Divorce Manual

Chapter 11

If I stay like this, I will soon be buried with my husband. While I could still dream of something else economically and socially, everything will be gone soon.

It's a conclusion that I don't even want to imagine.

Let's not think because there's no use.

Let's shake our heads off of useless thoughts.

"..."

I could see Catherine walking toward me in the distance with a face full of discontent.

It's one thing after another.

Take a breather, Catherine. It's not like you're running a race.

I give a short sigh as I stare at her, who walks fiercely toward me with her chin points upward.

"Ugh—"

The entire Lapel Castle is in Catherine's palm, so she must have known early on that I had visited Charles.

You must have wanted to come in there and drag me out yourself...

When I recall how anxious she must have been, thinking about what I was saying in the room, I feel better by the second.

There was no one in the room with us so you couldn't know at all what was said.

Hmm.

Then I shouldn't meet her to relieve her anxiety.

"I'm tired."

Of course, I don't think it's such a big deal that I have to avoid her. It's, however, important is that I don't meet Catherine when she wants to. This would be quite a meaningful move, especially to the quick-witted maids and their superiors.

There's a duchess in the capital, but I'm the duchess of Lapel now. I remember Catherine, who had been sitting there staring at Abella all the time.

"I need to go back and rest, Pope."

In spite of my apparent refusal to see Catherine, it's Pope who points out Catherine after she stood up from her seat. "It looks like she's coming."

Hmm.

She then tilts her head slightly.

Are you reading the room? It seems like you're just letting me know, rather than being sensible?

I don't know what she thinks.

"Yes, I know."

"She'll be here soon."

"Yes, that's why I'm leaving. It's because I don't want to see her."

"Oh, right."

I heard the maids stop breathing at my bluntness, but I don't care. Rather, I'm hoping that these rumors would spread far and wide and go into Catherine and the other maids' ears.

However, Pope's reaction is a bit concerning. Maybe it's because I don't like it.

"Pope."

"Yes, your grace."

"I am the person you are serving."

"I know."

So you should only look at me.

I couldn't even make myself say those cheesy words aloud, so I turn around, and properly show her who's her boss.

"I'm tired. Maybe I should go in and get some sleep."

I yawn and walk slowly past the maids, hoping to remind them of the mess that happened this morning.

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