If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 1
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At last, the day had arrived. As Agatha observed Cain, who walked past her with his usual indifferent gaze, a sudden thought crossed her mind.
Ah, finally, today is the day. The day I have to say goodbye to you.
Agatha’s gesture to summon him seemed unusually urgent. It was because she feared that he might pass by without hearing what she had to say, and the concern weighed on her.
Cain, on the other hand, appeared to feel no discomfort in her presence. She wondered if that was fortunate.
With an expression as indifferent as ever, he gazed down at her with his usual serene eyes. There was no hint of any emotion in his gaze—truly indifferent. His eyes were unfeeling, as if they had no interest or concern.
“Let’s talk, Sir. I have something to say.”
The moment she uttered those words, Agatha immediately regretted it. She had expected some degree of coldness, but she hadn’t anticipated that Cain would shoot her such a chilly look.
It seemed that lately, Cain couldn’t stand spending even a moment with her, and he didn’t make any effort to hide his feelings.
It made sense. She understood. Spending time with someone who was not her true love, engaging in meaningless conversations with a contracted marriage partner, was far from the happiness she had envisioned.
Lost in the thought of her own delicate fingers dancing on the surface of her skin, Agatha let out a slow breath.
“What’s the matter?”
With a short sigh, Cain uttered a single word, and his voice was icy. His calm demeanor upon hearing her words made Agatha question if she had ever done something wrong, searching her memory.
Watching his sharp, piercing gaze, she felt as if she were the one who had made a grave mistake. Even though, if she thought about it, he had made more mistakes than she had.
“I told you to go through the butler if you had something to say. Whatever it is.”
His words conveyed his unwillingness to be with her for even a moment longer. His tone may have seemed polite, but his expression was cruel and impolite, making Agatha feel an unexpected surge of complex emotions.
Yet, outwardly, Agatha remained calm. Despite whatever turmoil raged within her, her eyes were serene, and her lips were neatly composed.
She was the epitome of a refined noblewoman. As the last successor of the prestigious Kristin Duchy, she carried herself with the dignity befitting her family’s reputation. Her grace was the result of relentless self-discipline to ensure she didn’t bring shame to her family name.
The fact that he was acting so coldly didn’t hurt her. After all, their relationship was one where no expectations were allowed. They were together to fulfill each other’s needs, and after that need was met, they would part without lingering attachments.
The contract marriage was their relationship.
That was the relationship between Cain Vernat and Agatha Kristin.
“…It’s nothing.”
Upon hearing those words, Agatha turned away from Cain’s unfeeling side profile. She realized she didn’t need to extend the courtesy of notifying him in advance about their impending divorce.
The reason she had wanted to inform him beforehand was merely out of consideration to prevent him from being taken by surprise. But now, judging by his cold demeanor, it seemed he had been waiting for the divorce notification as a pleasant surprise.
In any case, she didn’t need his consent to end this marriage contract. The clause in their contract allowed her to request or notify the other party of the termination of the marriage, and the other party’s agreement was not required.
Agatha reviewed the terms in the contract as she matched Cain’s slow footsteps receding into the distance. She had read them so many times that she had now memorized every clause.
Back when they had initially drafted the contract, she could never have imagined they would put these clauses into action so quickly. Agatha couldn’t help but scoff silently to herself.
With the sound of Cain’s fading footsteps, Agatha quietly brought her right hand, which she had kept hidden behind her, forward. The parchment in her hand brushed against her dress and made a soft sound. It was the divorce document that would neatly conclude their capricious and incredibly casual relationship.
She had initially considered handing it to him face to face, but upon seeing his unwaveringly cold gaze, she changed her mind. Perhaps, no matter how he reacted when she handed him the document, she felt it would leave a bitter taste.
“…I should leave it in the study.”
Nonetheless, she needed to bring closure to this chapter. She added that thought silently in her mind.
Her earlier expectation of him being even slightly surprised or flustered by the divorce papers was perhaps overly optimistic.
Cain had disappeared around a corner in the hallway, and in the opposite direction, Agatha also began to walk. At the end of this corridor was the study—the place where they had initiated everything.
It was where Cain began his workday, and it was a place where Agatha had never entered without permission.
It was fitting to leave the divorce papers there, the place where it all started.
