I had been working hard as the duchess for nine years, supporting my quiet and indifferent husband, but all I was left with was contempt, indifference and accusations of having an affair. So when he finally asked for divorce to marry his long-time lover...

"There's a limit to what I can endure for this marriage. No matter how much you cry or plead to the emperor, I can't stand it anymore." "Can I sign here?" "So if you pretend to be poor like last time, this time... what?" I waved divorce papers on an indifferent day. "I'm done. Can I go now? Oh, since we both had lovers, of course I won't be receiving alimony, but you'll surely return my dowry, right?" "What are you gonna do with that little money?" asked my husband, who had not cared what he had done for the past nine years. I laughed confidently and answered, "I'm going to open a dessert café."