The Marriage Meant for Another

Summary

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world.

He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved.

And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman.

For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses.

Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate.

He rode ahead and took the road,

putting his body between the enemy and my escape.

“Live,” he said quietly.

Then he raised his blade and did not look back.