Synopsis
"I want a divorce." Three years I put up with it. The servants looking down on me because of where I came from. Being left out, shut out, passed over. I kept telling myself he would eventually see me for who I was. But no matter what I did, I was never anything more than a duty to him. So I finally said it. Words I never thought would come out of my mouth. There was a short silence. Then he replied, still not bothering to look at me properly, like even this conversation was an inconvenience. "Whatever you want."…
