Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

d her shriveled elbows.
Callian’s eyes widened for a while.
Ophelia’s arm was pretty much cut.
If she had a scar like that, even if she healed it, it seemed that her scar would remain.

 

Scars left on the body of a noblewoman.
Nothing could be more disgraceful than this, but Ophelia seemed calm.

 

Callian was just upset.
“It will leave a scar.” So he deliberately provoked Ophelia.
Then, “What kind of honor is it?”

 

Ophelia still replied.
Contrary to the Crown Prince’s expectations.  “Thanks to this scar, I saved the child.
That’s all that matters.
“

 

Callian’s eyes shook.
Ophelia says this? ‘That’ Ophelia? 

 

His head was spinning.
He has a headache.
Ophelia seemed to be out of her mind.
Otherwise, this can’t be happening… No, did she really change? ‘That can’t be true.’ Callian thought it was also a cunning trick of Ophelia.She’ll show this gap and stab him in the back later.
He will never fall for it.
Callian was determined. 

 

“You’re done, aren’t you? Then go back to your-” 

 

“It’s not done yet.” Callian glared at Ophelia.
“You didn’t reply to the letter I sent you yesterday.” 

 

“…Letter?” Ophelia responded in a visibly exaggerated manner.
“Well, I didn’t get that.
Right, Irene?”

 

“Pardon?” Irene, who was standing next to me, shook her head hard in surprise.
“Yes, yes! I’ve never seen a letter! What’s with the letter? There was nothing!” Oh, she’s really not good at acting.
Ophelia murmured.
Callian also seems to have noticed that Irene is terrible at acting.
He twisted up the corners of his mouth. 

 

“You got rid of it on purpose.” 

 

“Hoho, no way.
It’s a precious letter from His Highness the Crown Prince.
If I received it, I would have kept it.” 

 

Callian believed she was a shameless woman word for word.
“Whoa.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his restless thoughts.
“If you don’t listen to my words like shit.”  He talked forcefully, word by word.
“Don’t leave the house anymore.” It was a matter of pride.
Sylvester Ryzen’s disrespect for himself was reflected in Ophelia’s disobedience of his orders.
“If you disobey my orders one more time, I will ask you for all your sins and throw you in the cell.”

 

“…Oh, my goodness.
I’m scared.” Ophelia swung her fan away from her face.
Callian, on the other hand, has a fierce stare.
She nodded and clicked her tongue as if she couldn’t help herself.
“Okay, I’m not leaving anymore.
Promise.
I promise you.” Then she takes Callian’s hand and places his pinky on the line.
I can see tightly tangled fingers.
Callian gasped and pulled out his hand.

 

“You’re ridiculous.”

 

“That’s what I was told.”

 

“Ophelia Ryzen.”

 

“Yes, why are you calling me, Your Highness the Crown Prince?” Getting angry.
His stomach is boiling.  Somehow he felt like he was being stopped by Ophelia.
Actually, it’s not a feeling; it’s actually drying up.
That angered him even more.
What can he possibly do to anger Ophelia? Callian was lost in thought.

 

It was then.
“Ophelia!” Burk, the door opened and someone came in.
It was Sylvester, who ran or breathed heavily.
“Hah, hah—” Sylvester picked his breath slowly.
And soon returned to his original face.
A cold face as usual.
He looked down at Callian with that look on his face.
“What are you doing? Without a message.”

 

Callian looked up at Sylvester like that.
“Do I need your permission to come?”

 

“In normal cases, yes,” Sylvester spoke sarcastically at the end of his sentence.
“But I will forgive Your Highness as this is not a normal case.”

 

“Forgiveness?” Callian snorted as if he was full of energy.
He’s such a b*stard.
He wants to take out a blade and cut his neck right now.
But he can’t do that.
Callian has to get out of here as soon as possible.
He thought.
“I was planning to return anyway.
Now that I’ve had a conversation with your wife.” Callian smiled as he approached Ophelia.
“Right, Ophelia Ryzen?”

 

“Yes?” Ophelia, who was spacing out, narrowed her forehead slightly as she looked at Callian.
Why are you smiling—? The curse came to the tip of my tongue, but I had to put up with it again.
Ophelia nodded.
“Oh, yes, the conversation is over.” It was a bunch of rubbish, but I could say yes anyway.

 

“Then, I’ll be leaving.” Callian slowly rose to her feet.
Then, suddenly, he turned to Ophelia as if he remembered.
“And Ophelia.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Don’t forget the promise you made with me,” he said, raising his little finger.
“I won’t let you off the hook next time.”

 

I’m so scared of threats.
Ophelia murmured with her mouth shut.
Sylvester frowned as he looked between Ophelia and Callian.

 

For some reason it was unpleasant of him.

 

*******

 

“What happened?”

 

Sylvester said.
Ophelia turned her head around.

 

“About what?”