I was dead, so naturally, I was a waste to raise.
5
I thought I would remain lying on the cold floor.
Until my body started to rot and someone finally found me.
Unexpectedly, the man, my husband in name, returned.
He carried a chainsaw, walking towards me with a blank expression.
His gaze faltered slightly when he saw the white medical kit in the middle of the cabinet.
That was the medical kit I had prepared specially for him.
After my parents pleaded with me, I had resigned myself to my fate, my heart died.
No one would ever love me. My only purpose was to sacrifice myself for my sister.
On our wedding day, the man gently touched my face.
"Carol, we're finally married. I'll take care of you for the rest of my life."
The love in his eyes was almost reverent.
It is something I have always longed for.
Unfortunately, he didn't love me; he loved my sister.
That sincere affection wasn't meant for me.
I closed my eyes bitterly, hesitating whether to tell him the truth before he discovered it himself.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed several wounds on his body.
Remembering his dangerous background, I swallowed the truth back down.
Even at that moment, I still wanted to protect my family.