His Widow
“I figured if you wouldn’t come to me, I’d go to your father. I offered him a hefty sum—enough to cover both your hand in marriage and the land. He agreed, and everything was set. The wedding was planned, even my grandmother was prepared for it. Three days later, she came to start the rituals, only for me to find out that you were marrying someone else.”
He fell silent, his fists clenching as he struggled to suppress whatever emotions still lingered from that day. “Your neighbors told me you’d said yes to that scumbag, my stepbrother. He took what I wanted, again. I was furious, betrayed. You chose him over me, even though I’d offered everything. So I went to that wedding. I didn’t hesitate—