The Deposed Empress Won't Look Back, But He Regrets It Too Late

On the night I married him, he sat there until dawn without lifting my veil, all because the woman in his heart was his personal palace maid. I watched him coldly and signed an agreement to be a married couple in name only. On the day he ascended the throne, I came to leave with the imperial decree I had personally begged for, one that would depose me as empress. But he stopped me with red-rimmed eyes. “You can’t leave... I only want you.” Too bad I’m no longer the foolish woman I once was.