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

"Give up. You're an accomplice at the time you cooperate with me."

"You sound happy for a long time, don't you? Treat me like a traitor in Greece. They may think they sold the country."

"Be ready when I run off with you."

"Terrible person. I will grieve Yurika and Noah."

"That would be the same for you, wouldn't it?

"Anton."

"You made me abandon my country."

Anton is accused of being a schemer. I wanted to point out what the woman who tried to drop herself with the color trick would say but decided to leave it alone. I just didn't feel like listening in silence, so I rubbed it.

"Don't you? Anna. You set me off the path of men. She's a bad woman. You shake my heart so much. How could you have appeared before me? Ever since I was reunited with you, I've always felt like a day like this was coming."

"Should we not have met?

"I didn't say that. This must be fate."

"Fate?"

I just thought it was Anton. If Anna hadn't even shown up before herself, she would still have lived a life that was raw and warm, like that yang. Noah or Yurika's face floats in the back of his brain.

On the other hand, I also didn't think I deserved that kind of family.

"Anna. Remember that day?

"What day?

"I meant the day I first met you."

Anton urges Anna in distant days. Anna and I met when I was ten. I tried to help my late mother with the flowers on her life day and went out to the city. It was noted that leaving the mansion on his own, but my father was on an expedition and was away, and it was easy to deceive the eyes of nannies and samurai. I snuck out of the mansion.

So for the common folk, I met a beautiful girl. All I did was buy flowers, but I wanted to apply them when I saw her ragged hands or the girl who was about to enter the cold season but was shivering barefoot.

He didn't want that attitude. One piece of gold I gave them as a flower bill was if they were disturbed.

"I'm not begging. I don't like to be pitied," he said, returning the gold coin he gave him.

"Why?" the girl stared at Anton, shrugging, "It's too expensive for flowers," she said.

From that attitude of hers, I thought maybe she was more than just a common man. If I looked closely at her, it seemed that even if she was a town girl, her words and her work seemed sophisticated.

Maybe she was the same noble class as herself. What if it was under some circumstance?

I felt like I caught a glimpse of the future that might have happened to her for a moment. In my worst case, I could have been dead.