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."

been angry, but for some reason, he wasn't. In

doesn't want

thinking, she blurted out,

who she was talking about, but it seemed like such a familiar name on her lips.

reckless time. Somehow, she found herself feeling a bit nostalgic. She had never truly cared for Silas, but now,

"Who's Silas?"

stared at Viola,

to himself that if such a person existed, then he

him didn't deserve a

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

words. His heart grew heavier with every insult. He had long believed that he was no longer of any worth, and with Viola coming from a noble family, it only made sense that she looked down on him. "If you want to go after whoever that man is, then go," he said, his voice flat. "I agree

in anger. She had hoped that he would beg her to stay and

actually agreed...she was

He really agreed!

insults and neglect. Even the

you're agreeing to the divorce, then