Those worthless brats she calls her sons… that entire family… do they have any idea what they have done to her? Can't they just talk to her amicably? Why treat her like this? After all, she gave birth to those kids.
His grip on her hand tightened, though he caught himself before hurting her fragile fingers.
She gave them the kids they have now! She gave them an heir, and yet, they just treated her as garbage! Yes, she made mistakes but she is a human!
He forced out a ragged breath, leaning forward to press his forehead against their clasped hands.
'But I won't throw you away, Yaya. Even if they don't want you… even if the whole world spits on you… I will keep you.'
'Even if I have to chain you to me for the rest of your life… I will never let you go.'
He lifted his head slightly, his eyes tracing her pale lips, her lashes damp with tears.
You're mine now.
Not theirs.
Mine alone.
A soft, humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he brushed her cheek lightly.
