Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1067

Barrett ignored Viola. He staggered to his feet and stumbled up the stone steps to the door.

Inside, it was pitch black. He fumbled around for a long while before finding the matchstick and lighting a lamp. The tiny, flickering light cast dancing shadows across the room in Blessed Haven.

The place was bare. The furniture—simple, everyday pieces—offered no comfort. The only things of value were the doors and windows that had been reinforced with ironwood.

He sat there, dazed, as Viola continued to rant outside.

She yelled for a while, but Barrett didn't respond.

After a moment, Viola snapped in a burst of frustration, "If you're still thinking of the past, then there's no need for us to keep wasting time. Let's get a divorce."

The word "divorce" struck Barrett like a blow, pulling him out of the suffocating memories he had been lost in. He looked up—but the dim light couldn't reach his eyes, which were lost in shadow.

"Divorce?" he repeated.

"Yes!" Viola shouted, throwing her umbrella and lamp aside as she stomped into the room, soaked from the rain. Her face twisted in madness. "I've already been divorced once! I don't care about a second time. Barrett, you don't care about me, and I don't care about you. Thomas hasn't married yet, and he's my true husband. I'll go to him."

Barrett was stunned. "Thomas?"

"He's a thousand times better than you!" Viola snapped. "I was always meant to be his wife. He died on the battlefield, and that's why we missed our chance with each other. But now that he's alive again, I can go to him."

Slowly, Barrett's mind started to clear. He should have been angry, but for some reason, he wasn't. In fact, he found himself mocking her.

"Thomas doesn't want you anymore."

Viola winced, the words cutting deep. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Then I'll go to Silas!"

"Silas?" Barrett didn't know who she was talking about, but it seemed like such a familiar name on her lips. "Who's he?"

Viola froze for a moment after saying the name, recalling that reckless time. Somehow, she found herself feeling a bit nostalgic. She had never truly cared for Silas, but now, looking back, she realized that he had been the one to offer her warmth when she had needed it most.

"Who's Silas?"