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

The next morning. I was in the worst mood. I never thought I'd surround the table with my ex-husband and his mistress in a terrace where the soft sun poured out. There were several maids on the wall, but they all turned their silent, cold eyes to me. Among them was the maid Anna called Meal. I'm sure she told her people I was beating Anna.

No one here seems to know how Anna and I relate. Here Anna was probably well known as Anton's wife.

I am a woman whose qualities I do not know because of her husband's life. It wouldn't be a good idea if such a woman thought they put their hands up to Anna, whom they serve.

My ex-husband calls out in a good mood, not knowing my complicated thoughts either.

"How was last night? Some people can't sleep when their pillows change, but have you slept slowly? Yurica."

"Troy pillows don't seem to fit me. That was a terrible wake-up call. I'd like to sleep in the bedding of the country soon."

"Right. But you'll get used to that soon."

So I was hoping to get him back to the National License, and Anton doesn't seem willing to leave for a while. I've said you should get used to this country. Anna seemed uncomfortable being caught between us, the former couple, eating alone in silence.

"Yurica. Dinner doesn't seem to be moving forward, though? You didn't like it?

"No. Nothing..."

Anton cares about me, but I wasn't happy at all. Anna told me, "Child Caregiver," and I was concerned about the words. I've been trying my best to be this guy's wife. I've been behaving like a good wife. Yet when my husband was asked not to be my wife, this Anton's care for me seemed white.

The breakfast was served with porched eggs with colorful raw vegetables and white bread with vegetable consomme soup and yogurt.

"There's no poison in it. I'll taste it."

That's what Anton said, eating eggs and vegetables in my plate, as well as soup and yogurt bites at a time. Looks like he meant to look poisonous.

"Look, you can eat in peace"

"Ha."

I didn't get my hands on this dish because it didn't take me to suspect it was poisoned, but because I don't have an appetite. If I look at what he's good at, I'll lose my appetite.

Still, when Anton tried to reach for the white bread he hadn't touched yet, he got ahead of him. After mouthing, Anton proudly said, "It's cooking well. Eat," he said, and I completely lost my appetite because he offered it to me.

"Thank you very much."

"You haven't eaten at all, have you?

"Because I don't feel like eating..."

By and large, even though you are divorced, what makes you sad and have to surround the table with your ex-husband and his mistress? The meal that was placed before me seemed delicious before my husband got his hands on it, but what he touched made it seem dirty.

"I want to leave."

"Meal, show Yurika to her room."

Give instructions to Meal, which Anna had refrained from on the wall. Meal looked uninteresting for a moment, but followed the word. When I left about her, she said abominably.

"You, what are you going to do?

Meal felt younger than me. But I don't remember that younger woman calling me "you," and I didn't think it was my fault for slapping Anna.

"I'm surprised. This mansion doesn't seem to be well made of samurai. What am I supposed to be? Aren't you a customer? Why don't you ask that man, your husband?

You know, even kids would know that, right? And, disgustingly, Meal has looked back uncomfortably.

"Who's that guy? Call me Anna. You're rude to my mistress."

"Huh? That I'm your mistress? Who told you that? That's not true."

"Nobody's saying..., if you look at it, you'll see."

When I uttered a voice containing anger, Meal retreated. I pushed that girlfriend into the hallway wall, and I put my hand on the wall to surround her.

"I'll correct it so there's no misunderstanding. I am, that man's ex-wife. Even children. That guy ran off with his hand in his hand with Anna, a samurai he trusted. I'm on the abandoned side. I'm sorry you're such a rude woman."

"Hih...!

"I'm going to be completely rude. Which would be rude? Well, I admit I'm a bad wife."

You're not a good person around threatening a servant, are you? I'm scared away from her.

"I'm not bored with you guys, am I? Fine. Talk to me as you please. I don't even know what's going on here, but I'm just stunned by you."

Meal didn't say anything anymore. I set her down and returned alone to the room to which I had been addressed.