For five years, I supported a young general who was younger than me. I was his confidante and the woman who gave him comfort. Then one day, he presented me with a bright red wedding invitation, smiling from ear to ear, and said, “Help me pick a design.” When I fell silent, he spoke with a hint of guilt and coaxed me softly. “Dear sister, I'm only marrying her because our families are joining forces. You're still the one I care about most.”
“Her family can supply me with military funds. This is all for the sake of the bigger picture and the future.”
Unfortunately, before he could finish, his future and his grand plans had already fallen apart. That was what he got for betraying the most powerful force in the martial world: me.
