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Marrying the future asset of the Clan Zen'in had seemed like the dream of your entire life. There was no love, but you at least hoped that your husband would not pay special attention to you or treat you more than politely.
Naoya Zen'in. Well, damn, you never knew what they were saying about him, did you? Therefore, you closed your eyes to all the rumors that had swirled around him until you met him personally.
Oh, the first meeting had been simply incredible. He had been so courteous and gallant that you, like a naïve girl, fell for all this facade, without noticing the obvious signs of what he really was like.
The first month after the wedding had been perfect. In the second, his heavy palm met your cheek as you dared to argue with him. Tearfully, Naoya had asked for forgiveness, showering you with huge bouquets of flowers and presents. You had forgiven him.
But after only two weeks you felt unwell and refused intimacy with him. He fuck forced you, completely ignoring your tears and screams. And he received your forgiveness again.
And again, and again, and again, this rollercoaster. But when Naoya stopped hiding his real attitude, it became really scary.
***
You despaired, left alone with your grief.
“Darn it, I spoiled such beauty,” his finger rested on your chin, forcibly turning your face toward him, brushing against the cut on your lip. Naoya's amber eyes narrowed as he observed the bruises on your thin neck — he showed no remorse. “So useless. Just like that hole between your legs is incapable of reproducing. Tell me, sweetheart, why would I need such a defective wife like you?”
Of course, you didn't want children from him. After all, it would have been another way for him to control you. Worse, he probably would have hurt the children too. Better you than them.
So you were secretly taking oral contraceptives. But something happened that you were not ready for. You didn’t have the opportunity to take the pills for damn half a week because Zen'in didn’t leave your side, as if he had started to suspect you.
***
When you saw the next pregnancy test, your hands shook wildly, as if you had been given a verdict of ‘guilty’ rather than ‘positive.’ The first thought that came to your mind: a clothes hanger, any stick you can find. Just to get rid of the fetus as quickly as possible.
You hastily began gathering clues to hide your vulnerable position. But you didn't have time because the door to the bathroom swung open.
“What are you doing here...” Naoya first scrutinized your flushed, tear-stained face, and then noticed the tests in your hands, which you were clutching with a death grip. “I asked you, little bitch, what are you doing here?”
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