Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1067

Barrett ignored Viola. He staggered to his feet and stumbled up the stone steps to the door.

Inside, it was pitch black. He fumbled around for a long while before finding the matchstick and lighting a lamp. The tiny, flickering light cast dancing shadows across the room in Blessed Haven. The place was bare. The furniture-simple, everyday pieces-offered no comfort. The only things of value were the doors and windows that had been reinforced with ironwood.

He sat there, dazed, as Viola continued to rant outside.

She yelled for a while, but Barrett didn't respond.

After a moment, Viola snapped in a burst of frustration, "If you're still thinking of the past, then there's no need for us to keep wasting time. Let's get a divorce."

The word "divorce" struck Barrett like a blow, pulling him out of the suffocating memories he had been lost in. He looked up-but the dim light couldn't reach his eyes, which were lost in shadow. "Divorce?" he repeated.

"Yes!" Viola shouted, throwing her umbrella and lamp aside as she stomped into the room, soaked from the rain. Her face twisted in madness. "I've already been divorced once! I don't care about a second time. Barrett, you don't care about me, and I don't care about you. Thomas hasn't married yet, and he's my true husband. I'll go to him."

Barrett was stunned. "Thomas?"

"He's a thousand times better than you!" Viola snapped. "I was always meant to be his wife. He died on the battlefield, and that's why we missed our chance with each other. But now that he's alive again, I can go to him."

mind started to clear. He should have been angry, but for some reason, he wasn't.

want you

Without thinking, she

it seemed like such a familiar name

name, recalling that reckless time. Somehow, she found herself feeling a bit nostalgic. She had never truly cared

"Who's Silas?"

at Viola,

he thought to himself that if such a person existed, then he should let her go. It would be better for both of them, so

like him didn't deserve

tone defensive as she plopped down onto a chair, turning her face slightly to hide the unease in her eyes. "I just want to make it clear that I am not someone who needs you. I'm your primary wife, but you

Viola coming from a noble family, it only made sense that she looked down on him. "If you want

had hoped that he would beg her to

he actually

He really agreed!

she gained from marrying into the Warren family? Only constant insults and neglect. Even the simplest respect in a marriage had been denied to her. She

"Fine! If you're agreeing