How To End This Marriage
Sold to the Duke of the Empire, I still had hopes of a happy marriage in my heart as I'd liked the Duke for a very long time. I wanted to give the Duke my everything, even if it was just a political marriage. I tried my best to fulfill the marriage but Alexavier Agnes, the man I got married to never showed up in our bedroom even once after six months of our marriage. One day while having dinner we had a small quarrel and he dashed out of the room fuming and panting in anger. That was also the night when my screams and cries echoed in pure darkness as I was murdered brutally by some assassins. Why was I killed? Why did my husband hate me so much? Why did he not show up in our bedroom for six months? There's so many questions I didn't know the answers to. I shed tears of blood as I took my last breaths and swore to myself that if I get a next life I'll never marry this man again. ... Turns out God listened to my prayers as I woke up as my younger self... But I failed to stop my marriage with him. And something strange happened as he unexpectedly showed up in our room on our very first night. "I only married you to save the marquis's fortune." I paused before adding, "I'll divorce you in an year." His brows furrowed as he growled, "You can not divorce me." Why? Why does he not want to divorce? He hates me and I hate him back, divorce is the best option for us. Then why? Just what changed this time?
Reflections of Deception
As the echoes of my confrontation with the mysterious voice still reverberated in my mind, I found myself grappling with an overwhelming sense of confusion and unease. The enigmatic words that had passed between me and my own reflection in the shattered mirror haunted my thoughts.
"I have no idea what is happening to me. I have no idea what those sentences meant that I spoke to that unknown voice echoing in my ear. Everything feels different, as if I've become a different person all of a sudden," I mused, my mind whirling with uncertainty.
Unable to contain my distress, I pressed my hand to my forehead and glanced at the broken mirror, which now lay in shattered pieces on the table. The reflection that had once gazed back at me with a mocking smirk remained fragmented, each shard reflecting a distorted version of myself.
"Is this an illusion?" I wondered aloud, my voice tinged with disbelief.