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Intro. I never had an easy life. I grew up without dreams, learning to endure. My marriage was arranged, a cold deal between families. He already loved another, but was forced to marry me. From the first day, I saw a grudge in his eyes; Every silence, each gesture confirmed to me that I was a mistake. Tired of being weight, living without love, I decided to end everything. I swallowed the medicines without crying, waiting for indifference. But when he entered, I saw dread, despair. "What did you do?", he shouted. With the blurred vision, I whispered that I was only ahead of his work, that I would never give up his revenge, but I gave up living for him. He fell to his knees, held my hands, cried that he never wanted to see me like that. And as I faded, a question hit me: What if I was wrong all the time? What if he never hated me?

Kay

@Yumi