I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

Alexander sighed enthusiastically.

I knew why she was tormented by such anguish.

It was all his fault. His indifference and arrogance left her with an indelible deep wound.

I couldn't forgive myself. I wanted to dedicate anything if I could go back to the past.

But I couldn't. The reality ahead of him was that he committed irreversible mistakes with the wounded Robelia.

Obviously, he had to live with regret for the rest of his life.

"If I say this, in your eyes I may look like an ungrateful and shameless bastard, but yes, Robelia. 3 years ago, I certainly thought so. I regretted not being able to marry a woman from a family who could be my stronger ally."

Green eyes peeked out over the wrapped knee and looked this way. A resentful look, "Of course, then, can't you break up right away?" The gaze scratched my ċhėst.

"But Robelia, who I am today, sincerely, I am glad that you are my wife and no one else."

Alexander brought out the words he had been thinking about for a long time. Words that he couldn't forget even for a moment in his head after thinking over and over again.

These words, which I thought were dry, overflowed into my heart, and I couldn't stand it without telling them.

"Robelia, for the past I have been ignoring you, not treating you worthy of your position as an Empress, and treating you only as a tool to achieve my goals."

Alexander took another deep breath. His voice was calm, but his eyes conveyed his heart that was infested more than ever.

"I am truly sorry for this. The deeper I think about you, the deeper I regret it, and now I am unable to shake off this feeling of guilt."

He was the one who had never felt a single sense of guilt no matter what he did.

With his wiles and tactics, he induces others to do what he wants, even if he gets what he wants in the end.

'Whatever this feeling towards her may be, it doesn't matter. Even if she says she won't accept my resignation, it's okay.'

Alexander was determined with humility.

'If only her wounds could be relieved a little bit and her heart could be at ease... It is enough for me.'

Surprisingly, it was neither painful nor hurt my pride. .

Rather, I even thought I was relieved.

With an uneasy heart, he just hoped that Robelia's pain would ease even a little.

However, Robelia could not respond as calmly as he did.

Rather, a great shock struck her.

She knew that his words were not lies or empty words.

He suffered that high self-esteem now, sincerely, only for her.

Robelia didn't want to give a chance to Alexander, who was soon to be a stranger.

That's why I deliberately interpreted his words and actions worse and tried to think of him as a cold-blooded man with no blood or tears.

'When he comes out like this, what the hell am I supposed to think of him... !?'

I remembered what happened a long time ago.

Something I wanted to keep forgetting. What happened was that I intentionally put my head in a corner and tried not to look back.

The day she was isolated from her family, she was actually looking forward to it.

She hoped her family would hold into her.

I'm really sorry, I've never known your preciousness so I hope you won't do that from now on.

I wanted you to know that I loved you even though I didn't show it well.

If they had, in the end, they might have been shaken as well.

If that had been the case, they would have continued their relationship without isolation from their families in the end.

"Are you saying that we were like that?"

"That's a long time ago, you still have that in your head?"

Expectations returned to a bigger wound and shook her ċhėst.

I wanted to say that. Why is it so hard to apologize? Is your pride more important than my wounds?

But in the end she didn't. Because they weren't worth it.

Words like the dagger, which I kept trying to forget, rose beyond my consciousness.

The voices of the people of the my old family and the Duke of Balancet were mixed and confused in my head.

"... Robelia."

A worried voice broke Robelia's thoughts.

"Robelia, are you okay? Your face is too pale."

Robelia stared at the person in front of her.

A man who cares deeply, rubbing her forehead with that big hand. He is cold and merciless towards everyone else, but kind only to her.

A man who prioritizes her heart over his pride. A man who admitted his mistake for her.

'….. Why does that person have to be this man?'

The precious person I met for the first time in my life.....

'Why does it have to be Alexander?'

The person I should avoid more than anyone else.

The fact that he is the main character of this novel made Robelia's heart flutter.

"You….."

"Yes, Robelia."

"I hate you."

Tears that I endured on my way back finally burst out.

I can't even remember the last time I shed the tears that I thought had dried up inside me.....

It rose from the deepest part of her heart and soaked her night.

"Why... Why it is me? Among many people. Why?"

"Robelia."

"I hate you… I hate you the most in the world."

A feeling of resentment that overflows no matter how much you scoop it out, a sense of emptiness. Unbelievably, the warmth that fills this void in my heart.....

It felt so clear, Robelia couldn't stop her feelings.

After clenching her teeth and holding back her tears, she eventually gave up and started crying out loud. He held her face with his hands cried with his neck.

I also want to say more about why he said that now. Now that he said that, she became nothing.

I really don't like you, so I hope you disappear because you're the worst male protagonist who'll be someone else's man anyway.

But she couldn't say anything.

All words ​​were crushed and shed by crying, leaving only mȯȧns, stains, and cries that seemed to be non-human words.

Alexander, who was watching her with a troubled face, muttered.

"Did my words hurt your heart even more? I wish it wasn't like that."

As he hesitated, he cautiously raised his hand. He held Robelia's trembling shoulders. He hope his body temperature will comfort her.

"My wife, who is strong but actually softer than anyone else."

He whispered.

"I know best how delicate and soft you are. You don't have to pretend to be strong. People sometimes need moments to reveal their weaknesses....."

His deep voice was as if he were sang a poem or singing a song.

Robelia realized that she had now only pretended to be strong.

I was isolated from my family, and not long after that, I fell into a different world overnight. Living her life, which is not her own, she redefines her Empress and pretends to be a villainess.

I've always underestimated it, but it certainly wasn't an easy life.

And obviously she was tired and burdened with such a life.

To her, his words were a great comfort.

It was like a lullaby. His low voice, his gently hugging body temperature, and his constant patting on the back…..

Exhausted, Robelia fell asleep in his arms.

Alexander didn't wake her up.

However, after carefully raising her, he pulled the blanket up to her chin and continued to hug her back.

So that she, who is exhausted, doesn't do anything bad.

Perhaps because of that, Robelia slept deeper than ever. She had never had a dream, and it was the most comfortable sleep.

*****

That night.

"No! How can you do this to us? How can you do this to us at this late night!"

"Are you saying we should sleep on the street when there is no other accommodation?"

There were men who protested loudly against the knights in front of the main gate of the imperial castle.

It was the Duke and Count Balancet.

The Emperor's secretary looked down at them with contempt.

"Whether you sleep on the street or in the forest is not my business. Don't make a fuss and go home."

"You welcomed me as a guest during the daytime, how is this happening!"

"Is this the way the imperial palace treats guests? Is this the imperial rule?"

"The law of the imperial family? Do it! Then, is it Balancet's fake to suddenly ask for financial help from a child who hasn't been in touch for 3 years?"

"Wha, what?"

"Have you finished talking now? Such stuffiness to the Duke in the subject matter of the palace man who dares.....! Give me your official name. I will appeal your disrespectful words and deeds!"

"I will speak directly to His Majesty the Emperor, not a courtier like you! Do you know where the Duchess of Balancet is! How can you treat such a prestigious family like this? If I report to His Majesty the Emperor, I will accuse you of your misconduct!"

They knew Robert as a vassal who oversees the royal courts. It was not unreasonable to do so because the boundaries between the work of the chieftain and the work of the secretary were not clear.

It was then.

"This is what I personally ordered."

A low, heavy voice echoed through the night air.

It was the voice the Duke Balancet had been waiting for so long.

"Do not give any treat or help to the Duke and Count of Balancet, and do not share a single loaf of bread to them. Any substitute is prohibited except fȯrċɨbŀƴ expelling them."

Alexander, appearing from the back with a cold smirk on his face.

"Your, Your Highness..…"

"Now that the me you have been waiting for has appeared in person, there will be no time left."

The Duke and Count Balancet opened their mouths in astonishment as if they could not believe it.

As if he didn't care about their reaction, Alexander spoke in a very low voice.

"Then you'd better choose. Will you leave the imperial palace on your own or be carried out on a stretcher with the least courtesy you can receive as the empress's parents?"