Divorce is the Condition

Chapter 1

Rosena let out a pained groan as she felt a sharp ache radiating from her waist down to her legs. With minimal movement, the discomfort seemed to engulf her entire body.

Blinking open her eyes, she was met with the sensation of a warm blanket draped over her sensitive skin. Yet, upon realizing her nakedness, she swiftly discarded the covering, her movements freezing in shock.

Struggling to rise from the bed, Rosena grimaced and instinctively grasped at her aching back.

A numbing sensation crept up her spine, making it difficult for her to maintain her balance. Eventually managing to sit on the edge of the bed, she stared blankly at the wall, her expression devoid of emotion.

As Rosena gradually regained her senses, she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin where she had stayed.

"Oh my God," she muttered in disbelief, unable to shake the feeling that what had transpired wasn't just a dream.

Remaining seated, Rosena slowly shifted her gaze to the side. Although the room appeared tidy and untouched, the lingering warmth on the bedding hinted that someone had recently occupied the space.

Rosena pressed her hands to her face, recalling vividly the events of the previous night.

The man's hands, initially icy cold, had ignited with an intense heat upon contact with her body. It was as if his large palms had consumed Rosena entirely with their fiery touch.

With polite yet persistent attentiveness, he had lavished Rosena with pleasure, leaving no corner untouched.

Even now, the sensation of his burning breath lingered on the skin where it had made contact, still emanating warmth.

The last image etched in her memory was of brilliant blond hair and captivating blue eyes. The intense heat reflected in those eyes had stirred a flutter in her stomach with just a single glance.

As Rosena clutched her abdomen, she couldn't shake the sensation of residual warmth that seemed to persist within her.

"Yet, I can't believe I slept with him," she murmured with a deep sigh, mustering the strength to rise from the bed.

As she moved, a thin blanket slipped to the floor, leaving her smooth skin exposed to the cool air.

Rosena's gaze returned to the empty space beside her on the bed, a tinge of bitterness creeping into her heart. Yet, she reasoned that it was preferable to avoid any awkwardness in the morning.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Rosena began to dress herself.

"All I know is only his name," she murmured softly, acknowledging her lack of knowledge about the man she had spent the night with. It was understandable, considering they had only met the day before.

As she finished donning her shirt and pants, Rosena hesitated, noticing one more piece of clothing left untouched.

Curiosity piqued, she reached for it, causing something to tumble to the floor.

"Huh?" Rosena's curiosity was piqued as she picked up the fallen item-a badge used to prove one's family identity.

Just like Rosena, who always carried a card bearing the Count's emblem, the badge revealed something about the man's background.

Intrigued by the emblem, Rosena examined it closely. It featured a crown adorned with two intersecting knives and flames-an emblem synonymous with the imperial family.

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The Estarot family, particularly the Count of Estarot, held a prestigious and affluent position in the country since its inception.