I Only Want Your Child

For ten years, I held an unrequited love for him. That he was the heir to our enemy family meant nothing. I was happy even when I was sold off into marriage, like a transaction between families. However, he still saw me as nothing more than the daughter of his enemy. Our once-a-month, obligatory night together was the only time I could see his face. But I didn’t mind. Not until our child died. “Stay quiet in that room and act as if you don’t exist. It’ll be for your own good.” I hated him. I resented him for ignoring our child’s death, for being indifferent to my despair and sorrow. Thus, I chose to end my own life. Then, I regressed countless times. Determined to never be entangled...