The Childless Sky
For the ninth time, my wife chose to have an abortion for the sake of her ailing first love. This time, I did not stop her.
Even when my grandfather flew into a fit of rage, his heart faltering as he called me a disgrace to the family, I stayed silent.
The truth was that I had already decided to divorce her.
In three days, I'd be leaving for Westmarch to begin my research. Until then, I have decided to grant her every wish.
If she wanted me to hand over a promotion so her first love could take the credit, I gave it up without hesitation.
If she wanted to bring him home to rest, I vacated the master bedroom on the spot.
She beamed with satisfaction, praising me for finally learning to be "sensible." She promised that once he recovered, she would give me a child of my own.
However, what she did not know was that there would be no next time.