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

"Anton, but... he's going to be serving his sentence today. Dennis, I think you're going."

"Yes."

Enforcement of sentences. That means giving a poison cup that has been decided for a long time. He begged Dennis to decide that King Liamos himself had nothing to behead because he was aiming for King Troy's life.

For this reason, it seems that the King of Greece has not been informed of it. No, maybe His Majesty knew and pretended not to know.

"And what did you want, Anton?

My mothers know that Anton ran off to the Trojan country with Anna and that Anna was a Trojan spy when I got divorced and came back from Dennis. Besides, he seemed to think they would be guilty of grabbing and imprisoning me, but I was glad that didn't change my attitude towards Noah.

My parents haven't told me that Anton was actually the real son of King Liamos and was planning to kill that father, so I don't see Anton's motive for going all the way to Troy.

"Come on. Didn't you go up against Anna, who was a Trojan spy, enough to dump me or Noah?

"Anna totally fooled me. You did something wrong to you, too. I wish I hadn't sided with you."

"Mother."

"Sometimes, I think. What if I didn't pay attention to Anna? By now, you three might have lived together."

My mother was reflecting that she had no eyes to see people. I don't think my mother is bad. It's just that Anna was a better one. What my mother thought was good for me just had a hard chance of rolling over to the worse.

I didn't want my mother to mourn any more.

"Mother, it's too late."

"Yurica."

"Because I can't undo what's already happened"

"... right"

Anton resented his father for a long time. The feeling would not have been as easily switched.

I have thought the same way about my mother many times. If he had bonded to our lives, we would have had time to think about revenge. I wondered if there was anything I could do to myself who was on the side for a time as that man's wife.

Today, I feel like I can't do it when I think of him passing away into death. Ever since Anton was captured and dropped off by his uncle, I've been pissed off at myself. I didn't even realize he was thinking big about it and couldn't stop the action.

I had played too many understandable wives for him. Too busy at work for his convenience. If we had made an effort to make ourselves feel a little more at home, this kind of tragedy might not have happened. I was filled with complicated thoughts when I wondered if the factors that had cornered him were on me as well.

Anton didn't believe in anyone. They built invisible walls around them, and they struggled alone. He was a pathetic man.

Secondly, leaking his sigh, Noah came to his side and pulled his hand, pointing his finger in a certain direction.

"Oh, my God. Look, look."

"Noah. What's wrong?

"Look. There's a light coming from that skull. Sounds like a hell of a lot to me."

In the direction Noah was pointing, the light was shining through the gaps in the clouds.

"Beautiful."

Noah wasn't supposed to know what was going on. You must have spoken it because you felt purely that way. Stairs to heaven. When I heard that word, I was overflowing with tears. The light, which spread like a curtain from the gap of the clouds, seemed to point Anton in the direction in which the tower of the prisoner in which he was housed was located.

I felt like Anton's sentence had been served. Did the use come down from heaven in mourning his lonely death?

The light curtain stays on the spot for a while and gradually shrinks the width of the light. I kept staring at Noah holding hands as it disappeared.