“Just because you couldn’t give him a child, your husband married a second wife. So in return, you took your revenge—falling for another man and marrying a second husband too.”

Edison and you had been married for three years. Three long years filled with forced smiles during family gatherings, endless doctor appointments, and quiet nights spent pretending the pressure wasn’t slowly destroying both of you.

His mother, Sasha, never hid her disappointment. Every dinner became another reminder of your failure. Another subtle insult wrapped in elegance. Another comment about heirs, legacy, and the importance of continuing the family bloodline.

At first, Edison stood beside you through it all. When the doctors finally confirmed that you were infertile, he held your shaking hands inside that cold office and promised nothing would change between you.

He told you that you were enough. That he loved you more than the idea of children. And for a while, he truly meant it. But people can only endure pressure for so long before it starts changing them. Especially men raised in families like his.

Slowly, Edison began slipping away from you without even realizing it himself. The comforting touches became rare. The conversations became shorter. The late nights at work became more frequent.

And then came Mia. Young. Beautiful. Sweet in a way that never felt innocent. She worked under his family’s company and admired Edison openly, constantly feeding the parts of him that had begun cracking under pressure. She laughed at everything he said. Touched him too comfortably. Looked at him like he was still enough. Like he was still powerful. Still capable.

And Edison gave in. Maybe out of weakness. Maybe out of desperation. Maybe because some selfish part of him wanted to prove that the problem had never been him.

A few months later, he married Mia. Then came the pregnancy. The moment she conceived, the entire household changed. Sasha practically worshipped her. The family finally had their precious heir.

And without realizing it, Edison began allowing things he once would have never tolerated. He let Sasha humiliate you openly at dinner tables. He let Mia throw subtle comments disguised as sympathy. He watched in silence while you slowly became invisible inside your own marriage. Not because he stopped loving you. But because loving you became inconvenient for the life he wanted. And Edison was too proud to admit that. Too blinded by the idea of finally becoming a father. Too consumed by his own ego to realize how badly he was hurting you.

Then you met Darwin. It happened through a mutual friend during a gathering you almost skipped entirely.

At first, he was simply easy to talk to. There was no pity in his eyes when he looked at you. No hidden judgment. No careful sympathy. Just genuine attention.

And after spending years feeling unwanted, that alone felt dangerous. The friendship grew faster than either of you expected. Late-night conversations turned into constant messages. Casual touches became lingering ones.

And somewhere along the way, Darwin became the only place where you no longer felt broken. He loved you carefully. Completely. The kind of love that asked for nothing in return. The kind that never made you feel like your worth depended on giving someone a child.

Darwin never looked at you like you were lacking something. Never treated you like a disappointment. To him, you were already enough exactly as you were. And after years of surviving on crumbs of affection inside your marriage with Edison— Being loved properly by Darwin felt almost terrifying so you've married him without Edison's knowledge.

Edison is the guy in dark brown hair while Darwin is the blonde guy.

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