She already knows it’s her fault . .

She’s left his favourite meal on the table, she’ll try to be back before nightfall . . @deadlyriches.bsky.social

Hands on her belly, she’s approaching @decorcillum.bsky.social. “He did it again, didn’t he?”

she’s coming in @anechooffury.bsky.social’s study and sitting down across from him with divorce papers.

“i want a divorce. you can keep everything and leave me with nothing. it’s fine.”

she’s knocking on @deadlyriches.bsky.social’s door, sighing softly as she thought about orion.

weeks had went by and something changed in her. she was holding her head high. her fashion had changed. seeing @anechooffury.bsky.social come down for dinner, she adjusted her lip stick.

“i’m not staying for dinner tonight. i got plans.” she said, putting her compact away nonchalantly.

walburga was nervous. here she was, attending a big party without her husband. and she knew what was said about her. how she couldn’t keep her husband happy.

she couldn’t satisfy him. it made her miserable. nearly ten years of marriage and she was still young and going to waste. —

She knows they’re both in France. Send him home, now. @decorcillum.bsky.social

Returning after the party, she made her way up to the main bedroom. Shaking her head when she saw @decorcillum.bsky.social cradled in her husband’s arms.

“I should have known.” She muttered, then she loudly cleared her throat and began removing her cloak.