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?
Dueling Shadows and Unveiling Intrigue
I once again looked outside the window, embracing the beauty of the moon, but soon I realized the time was coming closer. I cautiously stepped out into the darkness of the room, my eyes struggling to adjust to the lack of light. I called, "Duke?" No one responded. I took hesitant steps forward, guided by my memory of the room's layout, but I soon bumped into a couch.
"Did it hurt you badly, Duchess?" a voice startled me.
"Who is it?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Ah, you don't know me. But I can't let you know who I am either. But as you can feel my existence, I guess you no longer need to see tomorrow's sunlight?" the voice taunted.
"Oh really? What if I say you won't be here to see tomorrow's sunlight?"
"But I'm sure you will be lying here with blood but sunlight falling on you?" the voice countered. I tried to stay composed, a smirk threatening to escape my lips.