Suddenly Nobles

Divorced

That night, Duchess Margaret could not sleep well in her room. The candle is completely extinguished, leaving a darkness that deafens the human senses moreover the sound of thunder that is mutually earthy wild out there. It had been two hours lying down, but the duchess was not going well. He pulled out his blanket and sat down. Summoning the servant standing in front of the door of his room in a raucous voice.

"Servant!"

A thin-bodied woman entered with a downcast look.

"Has the duke gone home?" the tananya while gently stroking the surface of his stomach is quite large.

The waiter seemed doubtful. His eyes seemed to move wildly to fix the marble floor that he was peeling. But it seems like again he will fail to sort out a good word.

"That's it, Your Grace."

"Is he in his room?"

There was a moment of silence before the waiter said, "Yes."

The duchess knew the waiter's indecision. Without waiting for long, he immediately put on a coat of lamb fur to cover his body which was only wrapped in thin silk cloth. The female servant again wanted to prevent, seen from her gesture of objection.

"Eum ... duchess, should you just sleep? The day is getting late and it is not good for pregnant women. Please have mercy on your baby" she said half-begging.

"My baby will have more pity if she doesn't know what her own father did" Margaret said. Yes, he was sure that there must be something that the Duke of Lumiere had brought from his expansion into the Eastern region with the Crown Prince.

Something that has become his hobby.

"Your Grace!"

The maid was unable to hold Margaret any further back when the honored woman had already crossed the doorstep. Her steps were firm, as if affirming herself as well that no matter what, this time the duchess would act. He was fed up with all the falsehoods in his life, even more so had to pretend to love each other when his feelings were just clapping one hand. The Duke of Lumiere never loved her as hard as the duchess tried. The man ... never accepted Margaret's presence in his heart.

Meanwhile, the waiter who tailed behind Margaret could only resign to her great mistress' decision. Sese —name of the waiter— can only pray. She loves the duchess and her future baby. He hoped that something bad would not happen to both of them. That's enough, Sese doesn't want anything else, really.

The main room is located in the middle of the castle. It would be completely dark if there were no torches lit in front of the main room door. Margaret took her breath, then pushed the intricately carved door handle with a heart mixed in.

Over there. On a bed he rarely slept in. Margaret saw Zachary, her husband sharing warmth with another woman. Their bodies were wrapped in thick blankets, but Margaret knew they were not wearing anything under them because Zachary's bare shoulders were exposed from where he stood.

What a husband who does not know. When she was pregnant, the duke was cool with other women. Margaret is heartbroken. Just as thousands of knives were stabbing and slashing at his heart mercilessly. All this time instead of not knowing, Margaret just kept quiet. Her marriage is on an unhealthy path.

"Is this what you call work?" ask Margaret coldly. Breaking the warmth of the two people who embraced each other.

Zachary hurriedly turned around. Instead of being afraid, a vile grin rose from her lips when she found out Margaret had caught her activities with the beloved mistress. He put his pants back on, then told Margaret to come closer as if what he had done was not a debatable mistake.

"I'm not at work, but it's my job. Meet Britney Cleorine, my girlfriend who's about to turn into a wife."

The black-robed woman smiled widely. No guilt at all after being alone with the duchess' husband. Either because she was stupid and could not read the situation, or on purpose, Britney stretched out her hand to shake her hand. "I'm Britney from the east!"

"You don't have a job, do you, duchess? I hope after this please pay attention to Britney. Give her the best of whatever you've always given me, okay?"

Dry. Zachary had managed to incise deep wounds in the depths of his wife's heart. No more tears left for tonight. There aren't. In exchange for her pain, Margaret smiled thinly and filled with sadness. Staring at her husband and his mistress took turns.

And again, which wife would willingly serve her husband's affair with pleasure? By telling him to do so, has Zachary gone mad?

Weary. Maybe tonight is the lowest point for Margaret.

"Dowager Duchess, the one who forced us into this marriage is gone. That means I'm free to make my choice, right?" he said with a stifled tone.

Margaret then tried to get back up. He will do taboo things for women in Sasania. But he believes that his decision will never make him regret it.

"Please divorce me, Duke of Lumiere."

He chose to end his suffering. Forever. Unwittingly, Britney smiles cunningly under her blanket.

Laughter echoed. The duke laughed in response to his wife's suffering. Not an irony laugh, he actually laughed as if satisfied with the decision.

"Want to divorce? Still no face back to your family's house, trashy woman?" his taunts were accompanied by a disdainful look.

Margaret clutched her stomach. The feeling of love for the duke is now lost imprudently replaced by a feeling of hate that is so domineering. Is this the baby's feeling? Did this child-to-be hate her father so much that Margaret could feel his feelings?

Or Margaret should give Zachary a second chance. She doesn't want her baby to hate her father.

"Last decision, Your Grace. Divorce me or .. dump all your women," she quivered.

"I had a son before I even knew you, Margaret. How could I have done that?" Duke chuckles. It was this night that he waited, getting rid of his legal wife for Britney. "If divorce is of your own accord, then fine. From tonight on, we have nothing to do, so get the hell out of my castle."

It cannot be maintained. Margaret could only smile bitterly at her husband's heartless statement.

"Alright, I'll bring Declan—"

"Declan is my heir, you have no right to take him to your little mansion." Zachary glanced at Margaret's distended stomach. "Bring your baby away. I don't need it."

Margaret had been silent while being insulted. But this time, he did not remain silent. Replying to her abusive husband's words, the pregnant woman had a defiant smile.

"This baby will be the source of your heartache in the future. Remember that, Zachary."

And that night. In the middle of the night accompanied by endless heavy rain, Margaret who was assisted by her loyal servant, Sese, came out of the Duke of Lumiere's residence. Leaving a curse unknown to anyone, so echoed in the recesses of the duke's chest.