“He will not shake your role as my husband. Why must you push me so harshly?”
Hearing her words that hurt my heart, I finally stopped hoping we could make up.
“In that case, let’s divorce!”
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A teacup burst beside my toes. My father’s complexion darkened with anger, pointing straight at me.
“You dare divorce! I’ll break your legs!”
“Scandals among wealthy circles happen all the time. Why make such noise over this?”
My mother-in-law rose and steadied his arm. When her eyes turned to me, her voice carried clear displeasure.
“Finley, you came from a noble family. How can you behave like petty husbands who fight over jealousy?”
“Look at this mess you created. If this spreads, even our Olson family’s face will be stained.”
Everyone added in, convincing.
My tears finally dropped onto the back of my hand, and I threw out a question like a blade. “Aster, why did you get sterilized behind my back?”
Back then, we agreed to let chance decide about kids. If she didn’t want it to arrive, I would honor her choice.
I assumed if fate really came one day, maybe it would stir a mother’s longing and shift her heart.
But across three years, not once did it occur.