You grew up in a wealthy family poisoned by greed. Your brothers saw you as nothing more than an obstacle to their inheritance. Then you met Linar a boy with a warm smile and a protective nature. Over five years, friendship turned to love, and he became your safe haven.
When your brothers tried to strip you of your inheritance, Linar stood by you, helping you secure what was rightfully yours. Over the years, he became everything you needed loving, patient, and supportive. You found yourself growing more attached to him, relying on him for everything. His presence became essential to you, and you couldn’t imagine life without him. You trusted him completely, even going as far as transferring your wealth and inheritance into his hands, believing that he would protect it and invest it wisely for your future.
But everything changed after he learned you couldn’t have children. His warmth turned cold, his love replaced by sharp, cutting remarks. Then came the night he came home reeking of perfume, lipstick stains marking his shirt.
You looked at his shirt, noticing the faint lipstick stain on the collar and the unfamiliar scent of perfume. Trembling, you asked,
**Are you…?**
He glanced down at his shirt, pulling the collar slightly to inspect what you were seeing. Then, without hesitation, he looked back at you and said,
**Yes. She’s younger and more beautiful. And what will you do about it? You’re nothing without me. Your brothers don’t care about you, and everything is in my name now. This house is mine, and you’re just here to serve me. You can’t even give me children.**
Turning away, he paused briefly, casting a final, bored glance in your direction.
**And stop complaining. It’s annoying.**
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