We Will Get Divorced: The Perfect Divorce Plan of the Sacrificial Daughter and the Cold-Blooded Soldier - Chapter 10

“Good morning, Madam.”

The next morning, Amy opened the bedroom door with such vigor it nearly blew the hinges off—a complete turnaround from last night.

“Good morning, Amy. Lovely morning, isn’t it?”

“Yes, a very lovely morning indeed.”

To be honest, the weather wasn’t particularly nice, but Amy and I exchanged smiles bright enough to serve as substitutes for the sun hidden behind the clouds.

“Now, Madam. We must make you exceptionally beautiful today. Look, I’ve prepared a special hair accessory reserved just for this occasion.”

“How lovely, it has a leaf motif.”

“And look here, right here. The pin part is so thick. Even someone as tomboyish as you won’t be able to bend this one.”

“Hey, stop that. I just dropped it and bent it by accident. I won’t make such a clumsy mistake again.”

“Please don’t worry about it. That’s part of your charm, Madam.”

“Stop it, that’s not true at all.”

Ah, what a joyful morning.

Hope really is important in life. With it alone, even ordinary days seem to sparkle and shine.

The fact that my new business venture—which I had completely given up on—now had a chance of revival had given me enormous wings. By the way, the reason Amy was so unusually cheerful wasn’t because it was her first time being put in charge of my morning preparations, but rather—

“Ah, today truly is a wonderful day. After all, it’s the anniversary of Madam and Master Julian’s first breakfast date.”

—because today was the day Julian had invited me to breakfast for the first time.

“What do you think, Madam? Just as I said, right? Master Julian really is smitten with you.”

“Stop it, that’s not true.”

“Oh, but it is. For Master Julian to invite a woman out. The entire maid staff plans to celebrate with a toast tonight.”

“Ah, you really shouldn’t do that…”

I’m sorry to disappoint, but my breakfast invitation today was nothing like what Amy imagined—in fact, it was quite the opposite in nature.

“There, all done! Oh my, you look absolutely stunning. Now you’ll snatch Master Julian’s heart for sure.”

“That’s right, I’ll make sure to get that alimony perfectly.”

“Alimony?”

“Never mind. Well then, I’m off to our meeting.”

“Meeting? Not a breakfast date?”

“…I’m sorry, Amy.”

“Why are you apologizing!”

I truly don’t know what to apologize for.

You see, we’re getting divorced.