Of course, no one knew that fact except for Eden, who gave the order, and Enon, who received the order.
'...I need it.'
As if no one but those two knew what Cecilia had told Diego.
“What did you say you needed?”
Eden muttered softly. Just like his erratic mind, the movements of his fingertips tapping on the desk were irregular.
Cecilia is not the kind of person who would want her servant's husband as her mistress. But she is also not so generous as to frequently encounter a useless being. What can he give that he cannot give?
“Oh, a little...”
Suddenly, Eden realized how pathetic what he was doing and gave a short laugh.
“...”
Just like that, he was overcome with a desire to just throw it all away. As if to prove that he was Damon's brother. But...
“That won’t do.”
Eden knew better than anyone that it wouldn't work. Eden shook his head quietly, muttering. He didn't want the woman he cherished most to see his dark side. He didn't want to disappoint her.
“Your Highness, the Grand Duke.”
“When the sun rises, deliver the letter to Enon.”
After leaving the study, Eden found one of the servants inspecting the townhouse on the night shift and handed him the letter.
And then, as if it were his own bedroom, he crossed the threshold of Cecilia's bedroom naturally. Cecilia was still soundly asleep on the bed.
“Umm...”
But as Eden sat down on the edge of the bed, a mumbling sound was heard.
“...Or is it?”
Still with a hazy face that was still filled with sleep, Eden looked down at his wife quietly.
It was the only moment. She woke up for a moment, but the next day, she wouldn't even remember it. That was the moment when Cecilia called his name without any hesitation.
“It’s still dawn, so sleep more.”
Eden lay down next to Cecilia and pulled her slender body into his arms. Cecilia rubbed her smooth cheek against Eden’s bare chest and pressed her body against him. Eden stroked Cecilia’s back regularly as if he were soothing a child.
As if he were suspicious because he was fond of it, and as if he were hating because he loved it.
“I have come to file for divorce against Malone Jackinson.”
Early in the morning. The court receiver, who was suffering from a stomachache due to drinking too much late last night, half frowned.
“Who are you?”
It was because the woman's mumbling voice was hard to hear due to her hat being pulled down low.
“I’m Ilya Jackinson.”
“You don’t seem to be a lawyer. Who are you?”
The receptionist tilted his head forward over the counter, trying to examine the face of the woman answering. The woman pulled her hat down lower and avoided the receptionist's gaze.
“Just submit it. Why are you talking so much?”
The woman spoke in a hushed voice.
“No, how can I decide whether to file a lawsuit or not after knowing who you are? If you were a party, I wouldn’t know. But if you’re a lawyer, we should know your identity!”
Eventually, the receptionist couldn't control his irritation and shouted. People walking around the lobby glanced at them.
“I am the party concerned.”
“What did you say?”
The receptionist's eyes widened at the low voice.
“I’m the person involved! I said I couldn’t live with that pervert any longer, so I came here!”
The woman finally took off the hat that had been covering her head. With her beautiful blond hair and golden eyes that shone like the sun. It was really Ilya Jackinson.
“Hey, you came here to file for divorce?”
The receptionist asked again with a bewildered look on her face. Ilya nodded with a flushed face and put her hat back on.
However, those who had already seen Ilya's face and heard the questions the receptionist asked stood still and secretly watched Ilya.
“Ilya Jacinson?”
"Divorce?"
Ilya felt the men's gazes on her, and her body trembled.
“Is it okay now?”
“I have provided proof of identity, but...”
“What now?”
“You didn’t bring a lawyer with you?”
Ilya shook her head quietly. She didn't have enough money to hire a lawyer. She became a member of the Jackinson family, but it was all a facade, so Ilya got nothing out of it.
“Yes, well. Then...”
The receptionist trailed off with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face.
“I will send you a separate letter later regarding the trial schedule and preparations.”
What kind of lawsuit is this without a lawyer? The receiver thought so. And he motioned to Ilya to leave. Ilya reluctantly turned around, feeling uneasy about the overly easy procedure.
“Did you come here thinking that divorce would be possible?”
The men clicked their tongues quietly.
"Well..."
“I saved a fallen family, but it seems they don’t know how to thank me. What a shame.”
Ilya Jackinson was famous for her marriage, which was personally congratulated by the Emperor. She had received congratulations from the Emperor, and there was no way she could divorce without his permission. Even if she brought in a great lawyer, she might not be able to get a divorce, and she didn't even have a lawyer. It was a fight with no chance of winning.
'Who would believe you? Did I beat you, starve you, or not treat you like a hostess?'
'...'
'I saved your life from the abyss, but you don't even know how to thank me.'
The face of her husband who had been laughing at her, came to mind. Ilya bit her lower lip.
'Yws. Go ahead and try it. Show me how far you can go, even though you don't have the money to hire a lawyer.'
She could taste the pungent taste of blood on her slightly dry lips as if she had burst into blood.
“This is a fraudulent marriage. Even the Emperor will admit it.”
Ilya muttered in an anxious voice.
The rumor that Ilya had filed for divorce swept through the kingdom in an instant. The marriage between Ilya and Malone had been overly hyped as the love of the century and had even received the Emperor's blessing, so it had a big impact.
“They’re getting a divorce?”
Madame Monte nodded at Cecilia's question.
“Yes. Alice said she went out for a bit this morning, and that was all everyone on the street was talking about.”
And as if it wasn't just a rumor that had been passed around, everyone whispered that it was happening.
“Why?”
Madam Monte tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
“I don’t know about that either.”
“...”
“Anyway, she tried to seduce another man and got punished by heaven. It’s really cool.”
But soon, she said with a snicker. Madame Monte also knew what Ilya had done to Eden and Cecilia in the past. So Madame Monte did not hide her resentment towards Ilya.
“Since you’re already married, you should live well.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Madam Monte clicked her tongue.
“What are you talking about so interestingly?”
At that moment, Eden showed up at the restaurant. He was wearing a comfortable shirt and pants as if he wasn't planning on going out today. He wasn't even wearing a tie.
“Oh, it was about Ilya.”
Cecilia answered lightly. Eden sat down and asked with his eyes what that meant.
“I heard she filed for divorce.”
"...Divorce?"
Eden asked quietly as if he was not particularly pleased with the topic.
“Yes. It seems like no one knows the reason yet.”
Cecilia answered indifferently and picked up the cutlery to begin eating.
At the same time, she thought about it. In the previous life, Marlon Jackson's wife eventually lost the lawsuit and chose to commit suicide. However, in this life, it was Ilyaa who took on that role. She was going to use it as a knife to stab Eden's heart one day.
“...”
Cecilia had no intention of leaving him to die alone in despair. How beautiful the picture was. She resented and hated him for destroying her family and then finally stabbed him in the heart. The story was plausible.
“Do you think she can get a divorce?”
Cecilia snapped out of her thoughts and stared at Eden, who was asking her a question.
“Well, how would I know?”
Cecilia smiled as she answered. Divorce didn't seem possible. There were so many restrictions in this life, as there were in the previous life.
“If there is a reason for it, and His Majesty the Emperor grants his grace, then it may be possible.”
Eden frowned slightly at Cecilia's generous answer. It seemed as if she was asking if he wanted Ilya to be happy.
“When you are the perpetrator, you should be punished as the perpetrator, and when you are the victim, you should be protected as the victim.”
She doesn't want Ilya to be happy. Rather, she wants her to fall even further down, into the abyss, just like she did. As desperately as the joy of those moments when Ilya mocked and laughed at her.
But contrary to her expectations, a normal answer just came out naturally.
'Count Nova and his son are working in the quarry. They say that they have been doing work they were not used to doing and that their bodies are breaking down here and there.'
It seemed like the long-awaited moment had finally arrived. The moment when Ilya would serve her purpose.
“Maybe I could do that too.”
Eden laughed out loud briefly as if to say that it was nonsense.
The man who knew nothing smiled so peacefully, not even knowing his own future.
'...I need it.'
As if no one but those two knew what Cecilia had told Diego.
“What did you say you needed?”
Eden muttered softly. Just like his erratic mind, the movements of his fingertips tapping on the desk were irregular.
Cecilia is not the kind of person who would want her servant's husband as her mistress. But she is also not so generous as to frequently encounter a useless being. What can he give that he cannot give?
“Oh, a little...”
Suddenly, Eden realized how pathetic what he was doing and gave a short laugh.
“...”
Just like that, he was overcome with a desire to just throw it all away. As if to prove that he was Damon's brother. But...
“That won’t do.”
Eden knew better than anyone that it wouldn't work. Eden shook his head quietly, muttering. He didn't want the woman he cherished most to see his dark side. He didn't want to disappoint her.
“Your Highness, the Grand Duke.”
“When the sun rises, deliver the letter to Enon.”
After leaving the study, Eden found one of the servants inspecting the townhouse on the night shift and handed him the letter.
And then, as if it were his own bedroom, he crossed the threshold of Cecilia's bedroom naturally. Cecilia was still soundly asleep on the bed.
“Umm...”
But as Eden sat down on the edge of the bed, a mumbling sound was heard.
“...Or is it?”
Still with a hazy face that was still filled with sleep, Eden looked down at his wife quietly.
It was the only moment. She woke up for a moment, but the next day, she wouldn't even remember it. That was the moment when Cecilia called his name without any hesitation.
“It’s still dawn, so sleep more.”
Eden lay down next to Cecilia and pulled her slender body into his arms. Cecilia rubbed her smooth cheek against Eden’s bare chest and pressed her body against him. Eden stroked Cecilia’s back regularly as if he were soothing a child.
As if he were suspicious because he was fond of it, and as if he were hating because he loved it.
***
“I have come to file for divorce against Malone Jackinson.”
Early in the morning. The court receiver, who was suffering from a stomachache due to drinking too much late last night, half frowned.
“Who are you?”
It was because the woman's mumbling voice was hard to hear due to her hat being pulled down low.
“I’m Ilya Jackinson.”
“You don’t seem to be a lawyer. Who are you?”
The receptionist tilted his head forward over the counter, trying to examine the face of the woman answering. The woman pulled her hat down lower and avoided the receptionist's gaze.
“Just submit it. Why are you talking so much?”
The woman spoke in a hushed voice.
“No, how can I decide whether to file a lawsuit or not after knowing who you are? If you were a party, I wouldn’t know. But if you’re a lawyer, we should know your identity!”
Eventually, the receptionist couldn't control his irritation and shouted. People walking around the lobby glanced at them.
“I am the party concerned.”
“What did you say?”
The receptionist's eyes widened at the low voice.
“I’m the person involved! I said I couldn’t live with that pervert any longer, so I came here!”
The woman finally took off the hat that had been covering her head. With her beautiful blond hair and golden eyes that shone like the sun. It was really Ilya Jackinson.
“Hey, you came here to file for divorce?”
The receptionist asked again with a bewildered look on her face. Ilya nodded with a flushed face and put her hat back on.
However, those who had already seen Ilya's face and heard the questions the receptionist asked stood still and secretly watched Ilya.
“Ilya Jacinson?”
"Divorce?"
Ilya felt the men's gazes on her, and her body trembled.
“Is it okay now?”
“I have provided proof of identity, but...”
“What now?”
“You didn’t bring a lawyer with you?”
Ilya shook her head quietly. She didn't have enough money to hire a lawyer. She became a member of the Jackinson family, but it was all a facade, so Ilya got nothing out of it.
“Yes, well. Then...”
The receptionist trailed off with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face.
“I will send you a separate letter later regarding the trial schedule and preparations.”
What kind of lawsuit is this without a lawyer? The receiver thought so. And he motioned to Ilya to leave. Ilya reluctantly turned around, feeling uneasy about the overly easy procedure.
“Did you come here thinking that divorce would be possible?”
The men clicked their tongues quietly.
"Well..."
“I saved a fallen family, but it seems they don’t know how to thank me. What a shame.”
Ilya Jackinson was famous for her marriage, which was personally congratulated by the Emperor. She had received congratulations from the Emperor, and there was no way she could divorce without his permission. Even if she brought in a great lawyer, she might not be able to get a divorce, and she didn't even have a lawyer. It was a fight with no chance of winning.
'Who would believe you? Did I beat you, starve you, or not treat you like a hostess?'
'...'
'I saved your life from the abyss, but you don't even know how to thank me.'
The face of her husband who had been laughing at her, came to mind. Ilya bit her lower lip.
'Yws. Go ahead and try it. Show me how far you can go, even though you don't have the money to hire a lawyer.'
She could taste the pungent taste of blood on her slightly dry lips as if she had burst into blood.
“This is a fraudulent marriage. Even the Emperor will admit it.”
Ilya muttered in an anxious voice.
***
The rumor that Ilya had filed for divorce swept through the kingdom in an instant. The marriage between Ilya and Malone had been overly hyped as the love of the century and had even received the Emperor's blessing, so it had a big impact.
“They’re getting a divorce?”
Madame Monte nodded at Cecilia's question.
“Yes. Alice said she went out for a bit this morning, and that was all everyone on the street was talking about.”
And as if it wasn't just a rumor that had been passed around, everyone whispered that it was happening.
“Why?”
Madam Monte tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
“I don’t know about that either.”
“...”
“Anyway, she tried to seduce another man and got punished by heaven. It’s really cool.”
But soon, she said with a snicker. Madame Monte also knew what Ilya had done to Eden and Cecilia in the past. So Madame Monte did not hide her resentment towards Ilya.
“Since you’re already married, you should live well.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Madam Monte clicked her tongue.
“What are you talking about so interestingly?”
At that moment, Eden showed up at the restaurant. He was wearing a comfortable shirt and pants as if he wasn't planning on going out today. He wasn't even wearing a tie.
“Oh, it was about Ilya.”
Cecilia answered lightly. Eden sat down and asked with his eyes what that meant.
“I heard she filed for divorce.”
"...Divorce?"
Eden asked quietly as if he was not particularly pleased with the topic.
“Yes. It seems like no one knows the reason yet.”
Cecilia answered indifferently and picked up the cutlery to begin eating.
At the same time, she thought about it. In the previous life, Marlon Jackson's wife eventually lost the lawsuit and chose to commit suicide. However, in this life, it was Ilyaa who took on that role. She was going to use it as a knife to stab Eden's heart one day.
“...”
Cecilia had no intention of leaving him to die alone in despair. How beautiful the picture was. She resented and hated him for destroying her family and then finally stabbed him in the heart. The story was plausible.
“Do you think she can get a divorce?”
Cecilia snapped out of her thoughts and stared at Eden, who was asking her a question.
“Well, how would I know?”
Cecilia smiled as she answered. Divorce didn't seem possible. There were so many restrictions in this life, as there were in the previous life.
“If there is a reason for it, and His Majesty the Emperor grants his grace, then it may be possible.”
Eden frowned slightly at Cecilia's generous answer. It seemed as if she was asking if he wanted Ilya to be happy.
“When you are the perpetrator, you should be punished as the perpetrator, and when you are the victim, you should be protected as the victim.”
She doesn't want Ilya to be happy. Rather, she wants her to fall even further down, into the abyss, just like she did. As desperately as the joy of those moments when Ilya mocked and laughed at her.
But contrary to her expectations, a normal answer just came out naturally.
'Count Nova and his son are working in the quarry. They say that they have been doing work they were not used to doing and that their bodies are breaking down here and there.'
It seemed like the long-awaited moment had finally arrived. The moment when Ilya would serve her purpose.
“Maybe I could do that too.”
Eden laughed out loud briefly as if to say that it was nonsense.
The man who knew nothing smiled so peacefully, not even knowing his own future.
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