Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? – Chapter 162 – Side story 15

Author: rolypoly

“Ugh!”

The sound of retching could be heard.

“Ugh, ah… Ugh…”

Naturally, this is not the sound I made.

“J, just… I think I’m going to die… Water… No, it smells like fish…”

It’s Sylvester’s groan.

Yesterday, he was acting all confident, telling me to trust him, and now he’s the one on the verge of dying.

“Ophelia…”

I approached Sylvester, who was reaching out to me, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“You truly… are an amazing person.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“To think this is something… that can only be described as ‘really hurt.’ It’s not even close to that level…”

“When did you say you could handle it better than me?”

“It was my pride…”

I patted the back of the whimpering Sylvester, furrowing my brows.

“I feel bad.”

I meant it.

Isn’t he going through pain he shouldn’t have because of me?

He really didn’t have to do that.

“Now, there’s no way to back out, right?”

“Absolutely not. Even if it’s possible, I wouldn’t want to.”

Sylvester replied firmly.

“If it’s this painful, I’d rather be the one in pain… Ugh, but could you move a little further away? Your scent used to be nice, but right now… Ugh, a little more. More.”

“….”

Just a moment ago, he looked really cool, but now he seems a little less so. However, the fact that he’s suffering on my behalf still made me feel sorry for him, so I stepped back and opened my mouth again.

“Just lie down. Think of this as a chance to rest.”

“Where are you going…?”

“I have to go and finish what you couldn’t.”

Sylvester blinked slowly, as if he couldn’t quite understand.

“I’ll go see the Grand Duchess.”

“Ah.”

I still had to meet the Grand Duchess, who was in the middle of a divorce lawsuit in the capital. Since I might be delayed waiting for Sylvester to recover, it was better for me to move while I was still in good shape.

Of course, that’s one reason, but there were other reasons, too.

“So…”

I exhaled a calm breath and took out the notebook and letter I had set aside. It was the notebook I had found in the annex and the letter sent by Sylvester’s father.

“Read this while I’m gone. Or don’t, it’s up to you, but still. Since it doesn’t seem like my belongings, I’m giving it to you.”

“What is this?”

Sylvester tilted his head and asked, wondering at the notebook that suddenly appeared in front of him.

“The notebook I found in your mother’s room and the letter from your father.”

“…What?”

Sylvester’s eyes widened as if they were going to pop out. He straightened his back as if he wanted to get up right away, but.

“How am I supposed to… Ugh!”

He was defeated by the pain. Oh my.

“Whew, it’s a relief that you’re the one in pain. Now you can’t get mad at me.”

“Really… You’re going to be like this?”

“Just think of it as something I did because I love you.”

Even if Sylvester wasn’t sick, I would have given him this note and letter. But I just thought it would be best to give it to him now that he was having a hard time getting angry at me.

“So, think about it while I’m out.”

“…I don’t know. I’m mad.”

“You know I love you, right?”

“I don’t know.”

To think even this side of him looks adorable… I must really be hopeless.

I gently stroked Sylvester’s cheek, which was puffed up like a sulking child.

“But this is locked?”

Sylvester pointed to the lock on the note and said.

“That’s right. That’s why I didn’t see it either.”

“So you didn’t see it?”

“Haha. Do I look like a crazy person who can’t resist curiosity and goes down to a dark basement?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think you’re crazy.”

“My husband, I guess you’re not sick right now.”

I poked his stomach with my finger and glared at him.

“Anyway, thanks to you, I’m healthy enough to handle your work for you. Whether you look at it or not, do whatever you want—just make sure to rest.”

“…Okay.”

“I’ll wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”

Then Sylvester’s sullen face slightly relaxed. He looked at me, his lips twitching as if he was about to smile.

“Really? You promised.”

“Yes.”

“Then come back quickly. I’ll be waiting.”

What a cute husband.

I thought to myself and gently patted Sylvester again before leaving the room.

“Ugh!”

…Let’s buy some food or medicine that’s good for morning sickness on the way back.

I feel so bad.

***

‘Did he read it?’

As I rode in the carriage heading to the capital, I leaned my forehead against the window, deep in thought.

‘I don’t know.’

I didn’t think he would try to open the notebook, considering his resentment toward his mother, but then again, maybe that very resentment would make him more curious about it.

‘No matter what, the lock has to be opened to see it.’

Even if the lock doesn’t open, he can still see the letter that his father sent to his mother.

By reading it, he will understand how deeply his father loved his mother and how much pain he endured.

And he will be able to guess why his mother kept that letter.

‘She loved him.’

I hope he realizes that it was their love that brought Sylvester into this world.

‘It may be my vain hope.’

First, I can only find out whether he read the things I gave him once I return home.

So I have to solve the problem at hand right now.

‘The Grand Duchess.’

She is currently in the middle of a divorce lawsuit and is staying at a house she arranged in the capital.

I am heading to see her with a reasonable suspicion that a variable like Largo might have played a part in the divorce between them, despite their previously good relationship.

‘We last saw each other in court, didn’t we?’

I vividly remember the time I almost got into trouble because of her.

I thought I should get angry at her once, but I forgot because so many things happened.

I decided to vent my anger that I had been holding back, and asked Irene, who was sitting across from me, with that resolve.

“Have you heard any more news about the Grand Duchess?”

Then Irene, who was knitting, looked up.

The Duke’s estate servants are friendly with the servants from other mansions as well, so they’re in a position to hear all sorts of gossip. Among them, there are those who pass on all the gathered information to Irene, who is closest to me.

“Umm. First of all, I heard that the Grand Duchess is likely to lose the divorce suit.”

“Oh my, why?”

“That’s…”

Even though there were only the two of us in the carriage, Irene leaned closer to me, as if someone might overhear, and lowered her voice.

“There was a word called adultery.”

“What on earth did this country come to be?!”

As soon as I heard the answer, I shouted in shock.

“Both the Crown Prince and the Countess are having affairs, and now even the Grand Duchess?”

“Shouldn’t we add the Duchess to that?”

“I’m on good terms with my husband now, so leave that out!”

And there was a reason for that.

It was also the reason why neither I nor Sylvester understood why we did that back then.