My mother harbored both hatred and love for me. Even in her last breath, she was thinking of giving me a good future.
Everyone envied me for marrying into a wealthy family.
The Baldwin family's servants gossiped behind my back, saying I'd stop at nothing to marry into money.
I knew that no matter what choice I made that day, it would've been wrong.
I couldn't just stand by and watch Crowley die in front of me, but I also couldn't accept my parents sacrificing their lives for my sake.
If I could, I'd gladly trade my own life to bring them back.
I was consumed by guilt and self-blame.
I hated myself.
I couldn't take the pressure of using the scalpel again and could only stay by Crowley's side, being his wife.
We never had a wedding ceremony.
On the day we got married, Crowley spent the entire night smoking in front of Megan's photograph.
The way he looked at me was filled with contempt and loathing.
"Don't forget, this marriage was bought with lives. You've caused Megan to fall into depression and leave the country. I'll make sure you never have a happy day!"
I thought he was just angry in the heat of the moment.
I believed that if I treated him well enough, he would eventually accept me.