My Ex-Husband Became the Emperor

I married the ruler of a fallen nation.
The problem was that the nation that destroyed my husband’s country was my own homeland.
Naturally, my husband had no interest in me, and I spent 2 years neglected without even spending the wedding night together.

Then one day.
My homeland fell due to the war of independence my husband launched, and my husband became emperor.

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My mother-in-law handed me divorce papers.
I signed without hesitation and received a considerable sum as alimony.

My family killed my husband’s family, and my husband killed my family.
No matter what happened, we were destined never to be together.

I purchased a small manor in a distant province and opened a small workshop.
For the first time in my life, I spent days with a peaceful mind.
Then one day, my ex-husband came looking for me.

“Why did you run away?”
“I simply found a new home since we divorced.”
“Were you ever curious about how I was doing?”
“I see you in the newspaper every day.”
“……”
“Did you perhaps come because of the alimony?”

The sharp, neat corners of my husband’s eyes crumpled in an instant.

“As I thought, to you, I am nothing…”

From that day onwards, the mansion I lived in was sold, and I was forced to move to the imperial capital.
My husband, who was surely busy as emperor, began visiting every day.

What does he want? What on earth is he after?