Marrying His Uncle
For eight years, I stayed by John Harlem's side, even without a title.
I was there when he recovered and rose from his wheelchair, and I was there when he clawed his way out of depression.
I thought that one day, if I endured long enough, he would see my sincerity and affection for him. And we might end up together.
But when his first love returned to the country, all my hopes turned into delusions.
He told me to put away feelings I should never have had and remain by his side as nothing more than his "sister".
For her, he deceived me, humiliated me, and pushed me away.
What he never knew was that in helping him heal, I had absorbed far too much of his darkness. The very day he stopped taking his medication, I was diagnosed with severe depression.
In order to save myself, I chose to let him go… and married his uncle instead.
But at my wedding, he set aside his pride and dignity, dropped to his knees before everyone, and begged me for nothing more than a single glance.