My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don't Want to Part Wit

"Oh, come on."

"Noah. Good morning."

The next morning. I headed to the dining room and my son Noah, who was in his seat first, was waiting. Noah is six now. He looked a lot like Anton and had black eyes on his dark hair, an honest good kid. She's like an angel to me.

Noah and I are good friends with our stepson and stepmother, but we have a good relationship. My servants have told me that I am more like my older sister and brother than a friendly parent and child.

"You came back yesterday, didn't you?

"Looks like you're busy at work. They're on their way to the palace."

"Yes..."

Noah looked a little disappointed. I don't think so either. Anton didn't want to see Noah even though he was still a year of missing his parents. Because Anton's ex-wife said that she died quickly after giving birth to Noah, and when she saw Noah, it would be hard to remember that time, an ancient senator said.

Noah's real mother seemed to think of each other because of Anton's childhood training, so she feels that Anton can't resist. Nothing. I don't think he's indifferent to Noah.

You even asked the butler that I was getting along with Noah, and there were so many times between us, and he always told me at the end to ask for Noah. But I don't suppose he'll ever ask me to do this again. And my chest hurt so badly when I thought about it.

"Oh, my God. We're going to a picnic today."

"Well, a picnic in the woods? Nice."

Are you coming with me?

I get depressed when I think about what's going to happen to Noah's bounced voice. I know I should also say to Noah what Anton told me yesterday. One day he'll find out too. But it's hard to tell, even if you think so. What am I supposed to do?

"Oh, my God? What's the matter with you?

"It's nothing. Noah, I'm coming with you. Take the picnic."

"Wow. Glad to hear it. Oh, come on. Picnic."

"Noah"

As I watched Noah smile, I nearly cried and rushed to wipe my eyes down. I felt comfortable telling him about the divorce all of a sudden. Maybe a little later, right?

"Oh, my God?

"I'm glad Noah invited me. Happy and tearful..."

"Freakin 'crazy. Come on."

"Huffle. Funny, isn't it?"

When I looked at Noah's face, I was reminded of the three years she had been married. I'm the daughter of the Baron Vice family. Besides, my youngest daughter. It was a family of three men and six women with many children. Fortunately, my parents don't owe me any money, and it's because of my parents that I've been able to live better than the other lowly nobles.

A third brother went to adopt his son, and some time after the fifth sister married him, an edge discourse came around to me. Speaking of aristocratic marriages in this country, it was in the natural stream that men were eighteen years old and women were to marry by sixteen, and at the time, eighteen years old, I was of the age considered late in aristocratic society.

I wasn't even good enough in my sisters, so I was wondering if I could stay like this and end up being the second wife of someone in a middle-aged man or without ever marrying him for the rest of my life.

If so, I wonder if I could have a small mansion built on some land owned by the Baron's house and live secluded. What a thought.

Conveniently, the story of his late wife lifted up there, and when he heard that the other man had a child who would be three, he said, "Oh, I knew," I thought, "but sometimes I was surprised to hear about the popular Kingsguard captain who was younger than the other man thought, but also among the young aristocratic women, so much so that I lost my back.

Since my fifth sister was the spokesperson of your wife, I couldn't even say no as this one. For now, when I saw you, I was impressed with the tongue of applause, and when I realized that I was in Anton's wife's hands.

The next three years were not long and I was very happy. My husband was sweet, and Noah missed me right away. Anton was avoiding Noah, but if I were with him, he'd be calling Noah more and more, and he'd be starting to care.

If I have left this house, what the hell will happen to Noah? I was only worried.

"Well, hey, grandma. I hope so."

If I was worried, my hands on the meal would have stopped. Noah takes a seat bright as if he had already finished his meal.

"Okay. Pick me up when you can. Because I'll be waiting in my room."

"Yeah."

When Noah was taken by the samurai and left, I decided not to continue eating and to leave the dining room.