A Reversal of Unrequited Love

I believed that my husband was gradually opening his heart, even though our marriage was the result of my unrequited love.

“So, who is the father of the child in your womb?”

I was immediately stunned by this sudden question. As soon as I announced my pregnancy, his response struck me.

“Why, why would you ask that? It’s your child after all…”

“Hyacinth. I could not have embraced you.”

“…..”

“Let’s get divorced after you give birth. This is the maximum leniency I can show, not exposing your infidelity.”

I am honest with him. That night, we were clearly together.

I gazed at him bewildered, but his impassive face was as calm as an icy wall.

“…Why did you marry me?”

“Did I want to?”

I had no choice but to accept it.

The truth that all my previous struggles were pointless, and the reality that my efforts had no impact on him whatsoever.

I was the only one clinging to a relationship as fragile as a sandcastle.