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“Please, can’t you trust me just once?”

When I pleaded, my husband didn’t listen to me. I understood him. After all, I was the daughter of his family’s enemy. Our marriage must have felt like a curse to him.

Even when I was sent to the enemy’s camp instead of his childhood friend, I tried to understand him. And then I realized: once love ends, there’s no need to understand him anymore.

The first love ended, leaving scars from the whip.

The hopes ended.

The painfully foolish time of hurting alone ended too.

Though I hadn’t expected that his coldness would end with it.

“Iella. I know this is far too late to say.”

When my husband knelt before me, I realized why he could be so cold.

“Please, just once, grant me the chance to make amends.”

When you don’t love someone anymore, no matter how miserable they become, it doesn’t matter.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

When I realized not even a spark of love remained—

“Iella, let’s go back home.”

The brother who had treated me as an enemy came looking for me.

“Your brother is waiting for you.”

With the words that a family who treated me worse than strangers was waiting for me.

But I was already so tired.