I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

Robert was a good secretary, but this time he made a small mistake.

In the report of the completion of the Empress Palace, information about the furniture Robelia ordered was omitted.

It happened because Robelia usually placed so many orders, and it was just a small mistake that happened.....

Alexander didn't think so.

"Ah, this..."

Alexander smiled as if he was in trouble, but for a moment cast a cold glance at the secretary.

He didn't care about human affection. He had no mercy, no matter how long, no matter how close, those who had served him.

The secretary, who knew that fact better than anyone else, felt a cooling sensation in his spine.

He bowed his head deeply, anticipating of punishment.

"I didn't even think of that. Yes, if you had a clear taste and subjectivity, you would have wanted to create the interior the way you wanted. I wanted to surprise you, so I made a foolish decision. I'm sorry, Robelia."

'It seems that these days, apologizing to me has become more frequent.'

Robelia's mind suddenly remembered an event from the past.

'If you want, I can. It's just a sincere apology.'

'But that's probably not what you want.'

'And I also don't want it.'

At that time, Alexander could certainly apologize, but said he would not because it would not be sincere.

'Does that mean that the apology I'm making now is sincere?'

That was unknown. Apparently, the agenda at that time was very different from the present, even though the weight of the problem was different.

However, it was true that it was strange because I remembered that time.

'Well, it doesn't really matter whether Alexander can apologize or not. It's because we're going to be strangers soon anyway.'

Robelia thought so lightly, but others didn't seem to think so.

"His Majesty, His Majesty is apologizing...…"

The mouse-like beard of the upper class man stood out, and his jaw was wide open as if to fall out. It was not that dramatic, but the secretary was also shocked.

He took turns looking at Alexander and Robelia with a pale, tired face.

Robelia shrugged.

"Well, that's okay. It happened anyway."

"Which furniture do you plan to use, the one I gave you or the one you ordered?"

"Of course, I have to use the one I picked. Should I receive a gift from someone who will soon become a stranger?"

The only ones who were shocked and trembling at Robelia's arrogant attitude to the point where it was hard to believe that she was dealing with the Emperor of the Empire were the secretary and the merchants.

Alexander and Robelia, who had grown accustomed to this kind of situation, seemed to be okay.

'He'll soon be a stranger.'

At her words, Alexander's stomach rumbled uncomfortably.

He now had no composure to laugh that such thoughts would soon change.

She wanted to run away from him, like a prey that could not be caught by any means.

'I must hold on to it. I must not show any gaps.'

For Alexander, a man who is very leisurely no matter who he is facing, Robelia is the first tension in his life.

'Even small things will do. You should just accept me slowly like a frog boiled in cold water.'

Thinking so, Alexander opened his mouth.

"Robelia, you're planning your life after divorce. That's probably why you collect dresses and jewelry, isn't it?"

It was not at all difficult for Alexander to find out.

There was no way a woman with such great planning and resourcefulness as Robelia would want to divorce without a plan.

It was easy to see her intentions by connecting the fact, that women can only take jewelry and dresses with them in the event of a divorce and Robelia's extravagance that focuses on dresses and jewelry.

Also, Alexander knew that she was learning accounting and taxation from a book purchase receipt.

Robelia, who was stunned, flinched, but responded as if she were calm.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"As an exception, I will fill out special documents so that you can take them in case of divorce."

Alexander whispered in a seductive voice like a snake.

"As you may have heard from the merchants, the furniture is of great value. On the other hand, no matter how carefully you choose the furniture, unfortunately it is impossible to take it with you after divorce under the Imperial Law. Would you still choose them?"

But I couldn't help it. Otherwise, she will never accept her gift.

Wasn't she ignoring the last time I gave her a very expensive dress gift and never wore it?

'It can be said to be a step back for two steps forward.'

Backing down when you need to step back was one of the most basic tactics.

And indeed, the word 'divorce' seemed to be quite tempting for Robelia.

'What else are you up to? This is the first time this person has said anything about divorce.'

And, in fact, Robelia seems very interested to hear the sentence "divorce".

But like Alexander, he maintained the appearance of a kind and good man without any loopholes. Like someone who doesn't have any ideas except to give her a gift.

'Following his proposal is the same as falling into his tricks in the end.'

'No matter how capable I am, it is dangerous and risky for a woman to live alone in the empire.'

I was well aware of the fact that there are many people who ignore women who live alone and thought they were easy.

In other words, money is a good thing for the weak. The more, the better. The money will eventually prevent anyone from looking down on her and protect her from threats.

And the maids who watched their conversation thought.

'We must make sure our Majesty accepts His Majesty's gift!'

'That way, they relationship can progress!'

They exchanged glances with such meanings.

Then they approached Robelia and started to catch the wind.

"Your Majesty, this is a wonderful gift. I have never seen furniture so beautiful and precious."

"I think it would suit the Empress's dignity more than anything else."

"How wonderful would it be to have a room full of such wonderful furniture? And how beautiful would the Empress Dowager be walking in such a room?"

"Don't cloud my judgment. Still, you can't accept a gift from someone you're getting divorced from, can you?"

"Ai, Your Majesty. You are like that again."

"Please, Your Majesty. Please accept that wonderful gift, it's even looking at our faces."

"Really. If you put such beautiful furniture somewhere to make it rot, burn it, or bury it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

Robelia was perplexed.

Usually, the maids followed her well, so it was the first time the maids had spoken in unison like this.

"Why are you guys like this today?"

"Please, Your Majesty. It's my lifelong wish."

"When I later become a gray-haired old woman and recall my youth, ah, throwing away those nice pieces of furniture! Don't do that! I might cry with regret."

In the end, Robelia raised both hands in the petition of the maids.

"Okay! Got it! Stop whining."

It was not Alexander who would miss this great opportunity.

"It's a wise choice, Robelia. Top owner! Hurry up and arrange the furniture according to the drawings."

"I see, Your Majesty!"

"Wow! Her Majesty, thank you so much."

"Her Majesty, I love you so much!"

Robelia was not in the mood for the fantastic combination play of Alexander and her maids.

'No! I made a hasty decision. But his proposal was tempting, so it's my responsibility after all.'

She sighed. She vowed to pay attention to the maids so that something like this would never happen again.

Meanwhile, Alexander had a strange feeling.

In the end, it turned out just as he had hoped. Not only did the scheme succeed, but he was purely happy that Robelia received the gift he had been preparing for a long time.

But he couldn't just be happy about that.

It was because he knew that Robelia's heart had not been turned by that.

One step was up, but still she was at the top of the stairs.

With an anxious look as if it would fly away at any moment.

Alexander licked his lips, feeling impatient. He was thirsty for her.

'The only way to calm this anxiety is to have her heart in his hands.'

I'll wrap her in my hand. I will do it for myself in the end.

If I don't, at least she won't be able to escape.

In order to quell his fear, Alexander said it again.

He muttered, capturing her figure.

"She only cares about her feelings and is not satisfied with every single act of her, so I think she is the one who has been overpowered and has been the one who has been overworked."

Alexander laughed to himself.

"It feels fresh that I feel like I'm in the fall (Autumn). It's not bad."

As if persuading himself, he mumbled so.

*****

While Robelia was preparing and implementing her move to the Empress's Imperial Palace, Aisha was proceeding with her plan.

It was a plan to create controversy about Robelia and her slaves.

Even if Alexander's servant was transferred to Robelia, Aisha's influence did not disappear immediately.

After all, Aisha was a saint from the Holy Kingdom, and there were many people who thought that it was a whim for a moment that Alexander was kind to Robelia.

Her prestige and bodyguards were still strong.

It was very easy to spread the word. All I had to do was bring out the time bomb that had been covered for a while as a bigger issue at the last press conference.

"What on earth is Her Majesty the Empress thinking when she bring in thirty pagan slaves?"

"Besides, She's bringing those slaves into the Imperial Palace, not anywhere else."

"Buying slaves is a shame as a noble in itself, much less the Empress doing such things."

"Why were you aware of this fact now?"

A small search held by one of the guards.

There, the ladies were raving about Robelia's gossip.

Aisha petted the cat as she listened to the conversation proceed as she wished. A long-haired Sae-Ha-An cat was held in her arms.

"Nyaaaa"

The cat yawned drowsily, and Aisha picked up and served a moderately mouthful of words.

"Don't do that too much.. The Empress Dowager must have had some circumstances."