Mary blankly stared at the two figures standing before her inside her extravagant, overly dramatic throne room.
She blinked slowly.
"Are you fucking serious right now? Divorce? You're actually standing here and saying the D-word? What the fuck?"
As unhinged and unpredictable as Mary was known to be, even this situation felt like it had taken a nosedive into some kind of twisted absurdity.
Divorce? Seriously?
They got married just yesterday. Yesterday. The wedding scent probably hadn't even faded from their clothes—and now they were talking about ending it?
Mary's eyes darted from Aether to Nyx and back, as her brain tried to reassemble whatever sanity had just fallen apart.
"What the actual fuck."
Mary blinked again. Her gaze fixed on Aether, and for a brief moment, the silence cracked—something in her eyes clicked as realization crept in.
"Oh... Ohhh...."
A slow, knowing smirk curled on her lips.
She got it now.
He was bad in bed.
That had to be it.
'Fu~Fu~'
