WHEN THE door closes with a big slam, I smile triumphantly. I will have that tiny victory over anything. I don’t care at all. He can’t just tell me what to do after he disowned me in the human world for a mistake I didn’t make. He can’t just use me as a weapon, another tool for his means that has no end after he forced me to take this deal of marriage.
I already sacrificed enough. Of my body. My soul. My sanity. My heart, if I even have that in the beginning. I can’t let him use another thing of me again. Enough is enough. I can’t believe that he would come up with something like this.
After everything that we have tried to keep the treaty, he’s just going to plan a big strategy to bring down the other party? Then why do we even fight for this agreement to keep going?
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