The End of an Imperfect Divorce

The woman who had once longed for nothing but his love—
Olivia Blanchett—uttered the word divorce, and Johann scoffed.

“What kind of tedious game is this?”

He didn’t believe it. Not until she left Great Hill.

That her love had truly ended.

But what returned to him was not Olivia’s affection—
It was the scandal between her and Edgar.

“Tell me, Olivia. Did you ever really love me?”

“No longer…”

And Johann Leopold crumbled.

Tell me, Olivia—

There must have been good moments.

The time you spent by my side wasn’t entirely lonely or miserable.

Please.

“Do you like tennis?”

The man asked, his voice as warm as a spring breeze.

“Let’s play one set. If you win even a single game, Miss Blanchett, you take the match.”

Olivia blinked, caught off guard by the gentle favor. Was he going easy on her?

“Too easy?” she asked, arching a brow.

The man chuckled, a low, amused sound. At that moment, a spark flared in Olivia’s eyes.

“Three games,” she said with a bright, confident smile. “That’s fair.”

Moments later—
The woman who had been casually bouncing the ball for her serve suddenly began unbuttoning her blouse.

A gasp slipped from the maid behind Olivia.
And across the lawn, the rowdy whistles of young men broke through the quiet.

Ha!

Edgar exhaled, stunned, his breath caught.

“Olivia. No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like it.”

Edgar laughed at Johann’s possessiveness. But then, just as suddenly, the smile faded. His eyes turned cold.

“Then try and stop me.”