Yun Youhui and I have been struggling for ten years.
When I was sixteen, I trampled on the birthday gift he gave me and laughed at him in front of all my friends. Yun Youhui's head hung low.
When I was seventeen, someone discovered the love letter Yun You wrote to me. I was so angry that I slapped the love letter on his face and told him to get away as far away as possible.
I always hate him for no reason. Even though I know he likes me, I always dislike him.
Later, he became my Omega, but I still didn't love him. I regarded him as a dispensable bed partner. I didn't feel sorry for him or take care of his emotions. When he was in estrus, I watched him feel uncomfortable but didn't mark him, and let him rely on inhibitors to get through it.
Later, when he got pregnant, he cautiously asked me what I wanted to name the child. I said screw it, you are not worthy of my child.
Then Yun Youhui left me. When I found him again, his glands had been destroyed due to pheromone disorder, the child was not saved, and he no longer looked at me with love in his eyes.
I began to beg for his forgiveness like crazy, and finally succeeded in getting Yunyou to relent and come back to me by being admitted to the ICU.
I don't want to live like this. At the age of twenty-six, the first year of our marriage, I gave Yunyou a divorce agreement on his birthday.
The next morning, I found Yun Youhui's cold body.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I was sixteen years old and saw him for the first time.
Notes
1. Gong is not a real scumbag. There will be an explanation later, and the tone is healing.
Intention: The bright moon should hang in the sky