When we went off to college, Harold fell in love with a girl. But when the eldest brother of the Gray family found out, he nearly broke Harold's legs and made him kneel in the study for an entire day and night. That’s when he told Harold about our arranged marriage.
Anton, Harold’s eldest brother, was fifteen years older and had taken over the entire Gray family business after their parents died. His word was final.
Anton demanded that Harold marry me, and Harold didn’t dare disobey.
At first, Harold was indifferent toward me. Then, there was a brief period when things softened between us. But after that, he completely shut me out. It all happened so quickly, like the calm before a storm, only lasting a short while over a summer break.
To move on from the past, Harold and I had to follow the family tradition and go to the Gray family’s old house for dinner the next day.
I arrived early.
I told the eldest brother of the Gray family that due to my injury, I could no longer get pregnant. His gaze was piercing, though he tried to mask its intensity. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "Why didn’t you mention this earlier?"