There was no answer. How can there be one? His unwillingness to speak assured me that he knew that he was in the wrong for expecting me to carry his child. Nonetheless, he didn’t let go. He was still holding on to my shoulders.
“Why did you marry my older sister if you had no intentions of planning a family with her?” I asked, trying to guilt-trip him into considering my sister.
“I didn’t propose it. It was your parents who had been pursuing me to consider your sister as a potential partner since the day I got acquainted with your family. I merely relented,” answered the man, pinpointing the blame on my family for his marriage to my sister.
Although I knew I wouldn’t be able to get my point across to him, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, “If that was the case, why did you agre
