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

"Noah, you've come a long way."

"Uncle Sama"

"Wait. Noah. It's been a while. Father-in-law."

The mansion of my father-in-law, the Earl of Garrant, was right on the side through the woods. When the carriage stopped in front of the gate, Dennis, the main man of the big man, came out in a twitchy manner. I got a call from Fee, and I guess I couldn't wait. Noah, who stepped out of the carriage, ran over to his father-in-law Dennis and was being held up. I tried to get off the carriage, trying to chase after it, and my stepfather, who held Noah up with one hand, lent me an empty hand.

"Thank you. Father-in-law."

"Yurica. You've come a lot. He must have stopped you, didn't he?

When I got out of the carriage, my fitting stepfather said, holding Noah's body back tight with both hands. Seems like he was known to a good father-in-law. that my husband Anton was avoiding coming here.

"He's got a stubborn part like his birth mother."

I couldn't say anything and smiled bitterly. My husband Anton and uncle had long been apart. That hasn't changed since I was married. My stepfather seemed like a good person to me from the time I first met him, but Anton told me not to get involved with my father.

Still, my father-in-law seemed so happy to see my grandson Noah, and Noah said, "What are you doing?," he replied one at a time to ask.

As I thought when I came here before, this place felt very bright for a mansion inhabited by people like you going out to battlefield. Especially this garden like a flower garden is so beautifully furnished that I want to apprentice even in the mansion where I live, it seems to heal my heart just to watch.

In the center of the garden was a marble statue of a beautiful woman with a water bottle, filled with water flowing from the water bottle arcing inside the pond. The flower garden spreads to surround it.

As I walked over the cobblestone leading to the entrance beside it, my mother-in-law Margot was waiting at the entrance to the white building with the red roof on it. Her hair stands out because it is distinctive. Reddish yellow hair with glossy reddish brown eyes. A gorgeous face that can't beat that hair. When the beauty greeted me with a smile, the occasion seemed gorgeous at once.

"There you are. Noah. Yurica."

"It's been a while. Mother-in-law."

Margot, small and luxurious, looks like a small animal alongside his eldest son's stepfather. My father-in-law was in his mid-fifties and Margot in his forties. She was so young and beautiful that she didn't think she had a very adult child.

The mother-in-law of the beauty owner, so enviable from my point of view, was ironically the factor that Anton avoided his father. From what Anton told me, in fact, my father-in-law Dennis and Margot knew each other when Anton's late mother went to bed, making sense of each other.

Anton's mother died and mourning dawned at the same time that his stepmother and brother-in-law were welcomed to the mansion, which Anton didn't seem to think very well, calling him "mistress of his father" in front of me.