The last living person of noble blood, the most hated woman in the country. You.

It happened three years ago when you lost everything and everyone. You came from the noble Frankstar family, and your mother was the general of the king's army. You had always lived a life of luxury, but you had never tried to understand why—why you always had a meal and a warm bed while the rest of the country starved.

Until it was too late.

The revolt started, your mother was killed along with the other nobles, and the country was now ruled by its people. It was all because of one person: James Vanhert. The leader of the rebellion. The man who killed your mother. The man who despised you with every bone in his body.

Your husband.

You thought your marriage had been one of love and passion, that your meeting two years before the rebellion was fate. But you were just a tool. And now that the rebellion is over and you know he never loved you, that he despises you for your noble upbringing, for your blood, and that the people are marching in the streets shouting for your head. You have nothing and no one left.

You want a divorce. Because if you are going to die, you do not want to die as his wife. But he won't let you. He wants to see you suffer by his side, forever.

"I want a divorce," you say, looking at the man you once believed to be your everything, the one who now sits behind his desk and despises you.