little angel chasing his wife

I want to cry, to vent those suppressed dark emotions with tears.

But the more I thought about it, the calmer I became, the darkness was brewing in my heart.

There is no going back, I clearly realized.

I can never be the Mrs. Yeager who can stay at home with a gentle smile and wait for his return.

I became that Eve again.

Originally, I thought that as long as I stayed by his side, I would definitely become cheerful, and I could laugh happily without any scruples like him, but I was wrong.

Mrs. Yeager can't come back anymore. Just today, Alan Yeager stabbed a sword into her heart with his own hands.

I obviously like you so much...

When he came back, I was cooking soup, and the soup gave off an appetizing light sour taste after adding tomatoes. I kept stirring with a spoon, and his footsteps stopped behind me intermittently.

"This afternoon... why are you there?"

"I'm going to buy ingredients." I turned back and smiled at him, pointing to the cookbook on the side, "There is a kind of vegetable in the cookbook that my brother gave me that can't be bought in the market here, so I went to yours. Fortunately, I finally found it."

"Oh, that's good..." He glanced to the side, as if relieved, and looked back at what I was making, "Are you making soup? I haven't smelled this kind of aroma before."

"Well, this is a dish handed down from some rare races. It is very appetizing because of the addition of tomatoes," I said, scooped a tablespoon into a small dish, and tasted it myself first. It tastes delicious It spread on the tip of my tongue. After I drank it, I took a small plate and put some in it and handed it to him, "Try it?"

After hesitating for a while, he took it, took a sip, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his brows also stretched, "Very good."

This is within my expectation, after all, I have tasted it, and he will feel somewhat guilty about what happened today, so naturally he will not refuse my efforts again.

"Really? That's good." I turned off the fire, took it out, put it on the dining table, and prepared the bowls and chopsticks for him. "Eat first, I've already eaten."

Then I went up to the room and finally saw him take a seat at the dinner table.

After I went upstairs, I quickly started to search for my own things. I threw some things that could be repurchased into a big bag, and those that could not be thrown away were put into the box I brought with me.

Fortunately, I have very few things, and he didn't buy me anything after we got married, and I only cared about housework, so all the things I brought with me back then.

When I took the bag downstairs, I saw that he had poured it on the table. There was no problem with the bowl of soup, but I wiped something on the soup bowl. I went to the yard and lit a torch to connect the contents of the bag. I burned it together with the bag, and then I took out the small box that I had kept on the bedside table before. It contained the wedding ring that Allen gave me. I opened it many times and saw the pattern on it clearly printed In my head, I looked at it for a while, then threw it at the fire.

Looking at the ashes and coke gathering inside, I seemed to see me in the flames. It was a cold and beautiful face, and it was a little distorted at the moment.

I am more awake than ever, because this absurd dream about marriage for nearly a hundred days is finally over.

The love I once had for him has deteriorated after yesterday's scene, I feel the darkness lurking in it, and I know that if this continues, I will start to hate him.

No, when I realize it, I'm starting to hate him, so I'm going to end this as soon as possible, I don't want myself to be more pathetic.

After tidying up the mess on the table, I put the letter within his reach, and after thinking about it, I covered him with a coat.

It's the last memory.

In this way... at least it seems like we were once happy.

Then I took the box when I came here, and walked out of this room with a completely opposite mood from the original.

The inner depression was released little by little, and I raised the corners of my mouth, suddenly feeling extremely relaxed.

When the old housekeeper at home opened the door for me, he was still very surprised.

"Miss, you... haven't already..."

"From today onwards, I'm just the lady here," I entered through the open space and closed the door behind my back, "Where's brother?"

"Master is in the room," the old housekeeper bowed respectfully, "Miss, please wait in the living room for a while, I will let the kitchen prepare some supper, oh, have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, let them do more, I'm a little tired." I stretched out my hand and loosened the tight shirt collar around my neck, and untied the delicate butterfly, and my neck was immediately freed.

"Welcome back," the old butler suddenly turned serious. "Miss Eve, my master will be very happy to see you like this."

"It seems that I did worry you guys before," I said as I walked towards the living room, rejecting the maid who wanted to lead the way, who was probably a newcomer, "but don't worry, I won't make that mistake again."

The things prepared in the kitchen were very to my liking, especially the thick layer of sauce on the steak. I crossed my legs, used a fork to fork the whole steak, and took small bites.

While I was holding the cup of milk coffee with strong aroma and drinking it satisfactorily, hurried footsteps finally came from the aisle behind me. The waves covered half of his face, and the other half of his face exposed was exquisitely contoured, with a slightly upturned chin, and light maroon eyes with a bit of hazy mist, beautiful like a hazy lake in the morning.

This is my twin brother Ymir. Because of his outstanding appearance, he was named the most beautiful man in the capital at the age of 15, but he is not only beautiful.

"Oh, Eve," Ymir came over and looked me up and down, then happily hugged me in a circle, "You're finally back, brother feels lonely without you." He hugged me and started to rub me hard.

"Help me get a divorce permit." Divorce needs to be approved by the government, but fortunately my brother has this right, "and send it to him for me."

"I'll do it for you right away," he said, putting me down, looking at me all dressed up, frowning, reaching out to lift the long chestnut hair on my shoulders, and pulling it in his hand, "Go back and change, your outfit I still find it awkward."

"Yeah." I nodded.

The document was sent out early the next morning, and he could see it in the afternoon, and I changed back to the uniform I used to wear, and put the metal box I had always treasured on the coffee table in front of me. Open it, and there is a disassembled gun inside. I picked up one part, and quickly connected the other part with my left hand. The movement of the two hands became faster and faster. The 15-second pointer just slipped by. Press the magazine down firmly and assume a shooting position.

Fortunately, during that time, I would occasionally assemble pistols in the dark at night, because I was afraid that he would find out, so I tried to pick them in the middle of the night, and now it seems that I have not regressed.

I put two of these guns on the side, two shotguns on the back of the waist, and a dagger tucked in the thigh belt, and finally put on the uniform to cover them.

These weapons are all ancient civilizations excavated after the victory, but they are much more practical than the current gun|guns. Unfortunately, there are no inventions that can be applied to life other than weapons.

It simply foreshadows the chaotic status quo after the victory of mankind.

The originally planned princess Historia was not successfully supported by the survey corps. Those experienced old nobles joined forces to monopolize the royal capital and became the current rulers. There is also an imbalance between them. The strength of the troops and the expansion of influence are simply a chaotic world.

Without the threat of giants, the world is still so dangerous.

My father taught us repeatedly when my brother and I were young that the weak are not allowed no matter where you are, and you must have your own skills.

When I was young, I didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until he left us that I realized his good intentions at that time.

Ymir came over and gave me a forehead kiss, "What are you going to do next?"

"Get together with those people," I replied with a smile, "I don't know how they are doing after resigning."

"Go back to the Law Enforcement Department?" He sat next to me, and reached out to take the milk tea handed by the maid. The milk tea has a strong fragrance, "After all, you created the department, and those people will not object."

"En, that's fine." I sat up straight, and the gun behind my waist always reminded me of the etiquette that I should pay attention to.

"There will be a trial event in two days. I will have a meeting with those old guys that day. You can go for me."

"OK."

I went out in the afternoon and planned to visit the nearest Derek’s house first. It’s been a long time since I went out with a gun. The cold metal texture came through the thin shirt, and I suddenly felt a little emotional.

Suddenly there was a bit of noise around, I vaguely heard someone called Alan, turned my head to look, there was a person not far away who was stepping on the steps, looking at this side, I could only vaguely see his light black hair, and He came here quickly.

I turned around and continued walking until I reached the door and knocked. The door opened quickly. The man who opened the door was bearded and was scratching the hair on the back of his head with his hands. He was yawning and looking at me, and then froze there.

"...Minister?!" He was about to close the door abruptly, and I stood up to him, "You...you quit your job to get married and have children? Oh...God...let me go in and sort it out..."

"It's not the first time we've met, Derek," I peeked at the mess in the room through the gap between his body and arms, "my husband...my ex-husband usually doesn't pay much attention to these things, but you are more than him." Better."

"You're divorced?!" He opened the door completely this time, with a horrified expression on his face, "Is this true?! It's only been three months... Normally, honeymoon is supposed to be for one month, and half a year after that should be considered a newlywed Bar?!"

"Probably because there is no love." The footsteps on the street became more and more noisy, I nodded to agree with him, and then walked around him and stepped in.

"Wait a minute!" The door that should have been closed was slammed against it, and I turned to see Derek frowning blocking the entire door.

"You are breaking into a private house. Don't you know the regulations issued by the Ministry of Law Enforcement recently?"

"I'm looking for her!" This voice is so familiar to me that I can hear it every night in my dreams, "Let me meet Eve!"

I know his character, and he will never give up until he achieves his goal.

I pushed Derek's waist, "Show me your face." He hesitated to step aside, and Alan, who was still panting heavily, appeared at the door.

He seemed to be running all the way, his light black hair was stained with water and condensed into dark black, his eyes were blinking, his emerald green pupils were shining, when he looked at me, he rarely frowned, he just lowered his head and took a deep breath He took a breath, and when he looked at me again, the tails of his eyes drooped slightly.

"Why on earth did you want to marry me?"