I felt the cold in my gut. I no longer want to have a fight with Darius, so I said nothing. I just turned and picked up more ingredients to prepare for the food. Then I heard laughter behind me, knowing full well they won against me.
“That’s what she should be. A maid. If you’re barren and your womb’s rotten, what right do you have to be the wife of a powerful man?”
“Mom, don’t be like that. She’s already pitiful. No one pays attention to her here anymore because… she’s useless.”
They both laughed as if I wasn’t even there. Their words stung so deeply, but I refused to let it show. Even if my eyes welled up and I wanted to cry in a corner. Why does a woman lose her worth just because she can’t have a child? Is that our only purpose? But I could love my husband and that’s what should matter, right?
Later that night, I went to Darius’s office. I didn’t eat with them. I couldn’t stomach watching Sasha feed him with her hands or vice versa. I had to wait until she was done before I could eat, because she always had to taste everything first. That’s what Darius rules.
So I ate alone in my room instead.