“Chloe Everdeen, pick one.”

One of them was an admission form to a mental hospital, and the other was a consent to divorce application. Looking at her face, as if she couldn’t believe it, he calmly explained.

“If you don’t want a divorce, sure, you don’t have to. But if you insist, then I couldn’t just leave my mad wife, who has had frequent affairs with hysterics and even tried to kill herself, stay around me, you know.”

He spoke slowly, but it was a threat to commit her to a mental hospital for the rest of her life if she didn’t divorce him.

Killian glanced at his watch with a face that hadn’t even flinched, let alone change color, unlike the other woman whose lips quivered. To him, who operated on a minute-by-minute basis, trying to adjust his pace for such a “crazy thing” was equivalent to throwing his time in the trash.

“If it’s too difficult for you to choose right away, let me know through your lawyer.”

Killian stood up with a bored look on his face and turned around. Behind him flew the two papers he had held out. He was about to leave without a hitch, but one name he had forgotten pulled him back.

“Rowena Philone…….”

“…….”

“Were you this cruel to her too?”

It was a name that hadn’t come to his mind for the past five years. It was a woman whom he had abandoned a long time ago. He had to ignore it and move forward, but he was unable to move for a while, as Killian’s brow furrowed in discomfort.

“What kind of nonsense is this?”

“Don’t even think about denying it. You’ve called that name in your sleep so often! You’re hiding it from me, aren’t you? Isn’t that right?”

“It doesn’t need admitting you to a hospital to know that you’re out of your mind.”

‘Calling her name? Talking in my sleep?’

It was a rant no longer worth dealing with. 

He turned the doorknob, but even before he could take a few steps out of the room, he was hit by an intense headache that almost made him fall.

“Duke!”

An attendant hurried over and grabbed his arm.

This started at that time; he suffered from dizziness and headaches that swarmed him quite often.

“This will come back to you one day.”

The face of his ex-wife, who was muttering with a wicked expression on her face, was now blurred.

Rowena Philone.

He struggled to erase this name, which tangled him like a curse. Around that time, Genok suggested.

“Why don’t you go see her?”

“Who.”

“Miss Philone, If you saw her again, your headache would probably stop.”

The headache came whenever he heard that name, and now it came back again after a long time. 

He thought it was a reasonable thing, so he sent Genok first before returning to Ethelwood.

“After making numerous inquiries, I found a clue. She settled in a remote area that has several factories. A doctor named Philip was suspicious, so we followed him and somehow found the house of a woman who worked in a textile factory. I heard she had twins, and her husband was working abroad.”

‘Twins? Husband?’

It felt as if someone had stabbed him in the back. He…He was filled with a fury that he couldn’t understand, and everything turned red in front of his eyes.

‘She’s married? That man, William Jenon, was killed already. Has she been living with another man ever since?’

She was his mistress, even if he had abandoned her a long time ago. He didn’t want her to live in misery, so he gave her enough money to live on… But he didn’t want her to be happy either. What a selfish woman.

“I need to see it for myself.”

“Duke..?”