You Said You Wanted us to Break-up

“Please, can’t you trust me just once?” When I pleaded, my husband didn’t listen to me. I understood him. After all, I was the daughter of his family’s enemy. Our marriage must have felt like a curse to him. Even when I was sent to the enemy’s camp instead of his childhood friend, I tried to understand him. And then I realized: once love ends, there’s no need to understand him anymore. The first love ended, leaving scars from the whip. The hopes ended. The painfully foolish time of hurting alone ended too. Though I hadn’t expected that his coldness would end with it. “Iella. I know this is far too late to say.” When my husband knelt before me, I realized why he could be so cold. “Pl...