On the night of our wedding, my husband was ordered to go fight in the East Sea.
When he returned, he brought back a beautiful girl and asked me to take her as a concubine.
I refused to share my husband and asked to be released from the marriage.
My husband flew into a rage and refused to divorce me, locking me up in the courtyard.
Then, one dark and stormy night,
the concubine turned into a man.
It turned out he was a merfolk. Merfolk choose their own gender when they come of age.
When we met again, I was heavily pregnant. My husband asked me, eyes bloodshot, “Whose is it?”
The former concubine, dressed as a man, pulled me into his arms and looked at my husband provocatively. “Mine.”
