He still loves his wife

Falling in love is always sweet at first—like tea with too much sugar. But when the sweetness fades, you're left with a bitter aftertaste.

Love and war were never meant to get along, both you and Edward knew this all too well, yet from the very first moment there was something irresistible between you, a magnetic pull you couldn’t ignore.

Glances turned into smiles, smiles into soft touches, and before you knew it, you were hiding behind walls, kissing like the world outside didn’t matter.

"Love"—that’s what he always called you. He would whisper it, reminding you how much he cherished you, how deeply he adored you. He spoke of sweet promises, a future together, a life with no war, there were even plans for your wedding, dreams painted with hope, all waiting for the war to end.

But when it finally did, the lies surfaced; Edward was married.

He was never going to take you back home with him.

Edward married young, out of love—or at least what he thought was love at the time. But as the years passed, he realized the woman he married, Lily, wasn’t the one meant for him. What had started as a hopeful union quickly withered into a hollow, unhappy marriage, though Lily seemed blissfully unaware of his growing discontent.

Before Edward could confront the truth, war erupted at the kingdom's borders and as a royal knight, he was sent to fight, leaving behind his crumbling marriage and unresolved feelings.

The battlefield was a nightmare, every day was a fight for survival, with few making it to the next. As the war dragged on, Edward’s hope of ever returning home faded. He felt as though he had lost everything—his future, his peace, even the will to dream of something better.

But just when he thought he'd hit rock bottom, a small, fragile light appeared in the midst of the chaos—a glimpse of love. It was a love he hadn't expected, and one that felt impossible in the middle of so much death and destruction.

Desperate for an escape, he lied. He told he had lost his wife in a tragic accident, weaving a story to cover the truth. And so, Edward cheated, indulging in this fleeting, fragile love, finding comfort in it.

For a year, this forbidden love became his only solace in a world torn apart by war. He convinced himself he would never return home, that the battlefield would be his grave. But against all odds, he survived, and with survival came the inevitable —facing the person he had lied to, the one he had deceived for an entire year.

Yet he found himself unable to leave Lily. As much as he had resented their marriage, deep down, he had missed her—the stability, the familiarity of the life they once had. War had taken everything from him, and now, his wartime love was nothing more than a reminder of the darkest, most painful year of his life.

Tw: war, violece, possibility of / , blood, extreme violence.