[Free short story, about 100,000 characters, 1vN. Please skip if this bothers you.]
She had been married to her husband for ten years, and they still had no children.
As her husband's career in government flourished, he grew busier and busier, and Yun Zhi grew lonelier and lonelier.
She touched her belly and gazed out the window.
She would give her husband a child.
She thought it, and she did it.
She got away with cheating the first time, so naturally there was a second, a third...
Later, her husband caught her in bed with her lover. His eyes bulged with fury as he pointed his sword at her and demanded to know why she had done it.
Yun Zhi clung to his waist, weeping softly. "My husband! I only wanted to give you a child! What did I do wrong?"
Her husband's eyes flickered. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his sword.
It was all the lover's fault. He just needed to kill him!
Theme: We give our own lives meaning.
