My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Jonathan looked at the messy bed and a lot of strange emotions surged into his heart.

He took a calming breath to keep away the sob that filled his chest.

It turned out that the bed had not been made for so many years. Perhaps she had told the maids not to enter their bedrooms without permission.

The marriage certificates were there just as he had seen them before. He opened them hesitatingly and saw two names –

Jonathan Tyler Smith

Liliana Petrova Aprice

He laughed at the irony. His wife that he had hurt had the same name as the woman he had claimed to love. But it was the face that stopped his laughter mid-sentence.

Why was the face so much similar to Liliana who was the girl from his childhood?

Was she his wife?

He shook his head vigorously. He was not sure if he wanted them to be the same person or not.

Either way, unless he had concrete evidence, he was not going to say anything. This time he vowed not to screw things up.

Besides the marriage certificate was the card that he had left for her. No wonder it had never been debited, it was just lying there collecting dust for seven years.

There was an envelope instead of the note he had left.

He opened it and found a letter. Unsure what it would include, he opened it hesitatingly.

Dearest Jonathan,

I would have called you husband, but I did not want to rub salt on your wounds knowing how much you hate this.

I started this thinking of all the things I want to say to you. But as I am writing, nothing comes to mind.

So, let me get straight to the point.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I am sorry that you were mixed up in my feud with Aprice family. While I was also coerced into the marriage, I have a history with them. You were innocent.

I had planned to fake my death to escape the marriage. They could not possibly coerce me if I was dead. But I accidentally found out that I was marrying you, so I complied instead. In that sense, you were right to think I was in the wrong. I could have ended it but I did not, making me their abettor.

I wanted to be mad at you for the things you said and did, but I could not find it in myself to do so. Inadvertently, you ended up protecting me, even though it might not have been your main agenda. In the little time that I spent with you, I could tell you are a good person, just what I had hoped for. And that makes it that much harder to write the next lines.

Since I cannot protect you or prioritize you or even tell you the entire truth at the moment, I can only let you go.

I am sorry for what happened, I am sorry that the best I could do for you is this. I am sorry for not being able to prioritize or protect our marriage. Guess I really failed here!

If I ever get a chance, I will try my best to make it up to you.

Yours Truly!

Lil

PS: You can leave my divorce certificate in the civil affairs office. Or you can pass it to Andrew Jacobsen the next time you meet him; Smith Group has a collaboration with Jacobsen textiles.