In that house, I didn’t look like a daughter of the family at all. It was more like a maid’s child. It wasn’t until my parents told me to get married that I found out the truth. They told me that the match was arranged by my grandfather.
It turned out that the soldier Serena had once loved had been badly injured in battle and was now paralyzed.
Serena cried endlessly, saying, “I can’t marry a disabled man. My whole life would be ruined!”
The marriage eventually fell on me. I could have refused, but I agreed with it when I remembered the memory of that tall, straight man. He looked so steady and proud. That year, I was 18 years old. In fact, I was about to take the university entrance exam.
Initially, I wanted to wait until after the test to get married, but my parents didn’t allow it. They even canceled my exam registration. So, at an age when I should have been studying, I became the wife of Fabio, a twenty-three-year-old man who had earned first-class honors from the police academy.