After my eldest brother died, my husband worried that my widowed sister-in-law would have no one to look after her, so he took her along on his campaign.
But he never once considered that I would be left alone in the village, enduring gossip day after day and even being harassed by a scoundrel.
He wrote me love letters every month, pouring out his heart and saying that I was the only one he would ever love. Yet he gave all his military pay and allowances to his widowed sister-in-law, and even used his military achievements to win her a noblewoman's title.
Later, my sister-in-law's brother destroyed the dike and flooded the fields, all so he could sell me to an eighty-year-old man as a concubine for money.
I refused to the death, but received a letter from my husband:
[My darling, I've entrusted your care to my sister-in-law's brother. While I'm away, just do as he says.]
My heart turned to ashes, and I gritted my teeth in hatred.
The day I was bound and dragged into the bridal chamber, the mistress of the house forced a bottle of poison down my throat, then locked me in a pig cage and drowned me alive.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the day after my husband had set out on his campaign.
I hurriedly got up and wrote a letter of separation to send him, then turned around and married a wastrel instead.
A noblewoman's title is nothing special. Plenty of people can earn one for me.
Nice. Super pretty