For a Justified Divorce

“Amelia has left.” A deep crease formed between the man's brows. “Even if you send people now, it will be too late. She would have boarded the ship by now. Even if Your Excellency controls every port in the country, you cannot stop a ship that has already departed.” She had rehearsed this moment several times. No matter how much he could achieve with a single word, there was no way to stop a ship that had already set sail. The cynical man, whose expression remained unchanged even at the news of the bride's flight, slowly peeled off his white formal gloves and came to a stop in front of Liz. “Miss Liz Claremont, I presume.” Liz’s eyelids lifted in surprise. She had never once imagined...