If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 119
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“Madam, shall I prepare some tea?”
Lindsay approached Agatha, who was frozen in place. The procession following Cain included as many as six attendants, while Agatha had only one maid trailing behind her.
The dedicated maids who should have been by her side never showed up unless Agatha specifically called for them. They would rather avoid being caught by Teschen trying to tend to Agatha, as that could lead to their work doubling for at least a few days.
It was time to say goodbye to this ridiculous situation where even the servants treated her with disdain.
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A creak echoed through the dark corridor.
Unlike the bedroom, which was maintained to ensure silence when opening and closing the door, Cain always left the study door squeaky with every use.
Considering his meticulous nature, which bordered on perfectionism, it seemed that the reason he neglected to oil the study door was likely to quickly detect any intruders entering the room.
And that intruder would probably mean her—Agatha.
‘Do not enter here recklessly.’
Recalling Cain’s harsh warning about entering the study made Agatha tremble involuntarily.
While they couldn’t be described as close, they had maintained a certain level of polite decorum with each other, so Agatha was quite taken aback by the animosity Cain had shown her.
Perhaps that was why she hadn’t gone near the study since then, and whenever she had to pass through this corridor, she would remember his sharp words.
Even now, as she intended to end everything, she felt pity for herself at the thought of recalling his words at the slightest creak. Still, she tried hard not to get swept up in negative emotions.
‘What right do you have to come barging in recklessly?’
Coincidentally, Cain’s harsh words sounded strikingly similar to the cruel remarks often made by her aunt Stella.
Agatha couldn’t easily shake off Cain’s use of the word ‘recklessly,’ which she might have otherwise dismissed as inconsequential. Perhaps it was because the image of Stella’s fierce expression blended with Cain’s angry face when he uttered those words.
The door slammed shut behind Agatha with a loud noise.
Normally, the creaking sound of the study door would have made her flinch, but now she felt indifferent to such things.
Cain had found a woman he loved—a woman he adored so much that he spent far more time with her than with his official wife, Agatha, after acquiring the estate.
Given the depth of his affection, it was likely that he would bring her to the mansion in the capital before long.
Agatha had come into this arrangement knowing full well that the marriage contract would only remain valid until the moment he found someone he truly loved.
She had signed the marriage contract, preserved her family name, and Cain had perfectly compensated for his lack of legitimacy by marrying into the Kristin family. Their marriage had left nothing to be desired on either side.
Since their marriage was not founded on love, she had prepared herself for the eventuality that true love would appear for either him or herself. In fact, she had promised herself that when that day came, she would leave without a second thought.
Leaving without regret. Yes, Agatha was now merely putting that initial resolution into action.
While Cain kept his distance from her, remaining preoccupied with his external affairs, Agatha completed all her preparations to safely terminate the marriage contract.
At first, she had intended to finalize the agreement amicably with him. But Cain, consumed by thoughts of the woman he loved, had given Agatha no time at all.
Though it was partly due to the imperial command he received, Agatha couldn’t help but feel doubtful about whether his work truly existed at all. After all, he hadn’t even given her a chance to speak.
Instead of playing the role of the unfortunate lady waiting for her husband, Agatha chose to prepare for the divorce alone. She no longer wanted to endure the experience of being left behind in silence.
“…It’s only a few steps?”
Having opened the study door, she reached her destination in just a few steps.
It amused her to think about how easily she could come here and how she had once regarded it as an insurmountable task and avoided it altogether.
Cain’s designated workspace.
Agatha looked around. She wondered if the painting she had seen the last time she entered the study was still there. She rifled through the books that Cain had placed protectively over the painting and touched a few of the documents, but the painting was nowhere to be found.
Could he have been afraid that Agatha might cause trouble if she learned of the woman’s existence?
“Wasting worries.”
As she glanced around the towering stacks of paper, Agatha carefully placed the document in the center of the desk.
The divorce agreement.
Now that it was laid out, it struck her how pitiful it appeared among the countless other documents. It felt as if the marriage itself was the most trivial of all the matters he dealt with.
“It doesn’t matter now.”
With the divorce papers set down, all that was left was to leave this place.
