Even If You Beg Now

“Then are you going to abandon the child?”

On a battlefield everyone expected to lose, my fiancé returned alive.

Just as he had promised me.

But the man who came back from the war had changed in some way.

“Are you saying that this really is your child?”

“Whose child else would it be?”

His family and mine were sworn enemies.

And the one who gave up her family in order to marry him was me.

“Ha.”

There was the woman who had stayed by his side while my fiancé lost his memory in an accident.

That woman was hiding behind his back with a swollen belly.

“Miss, since things have come to this, I want us to get along.”

She spouted ridiculous nonsense.

“That seems difficult.”

“Please keep it within reason. We aren’t even officially married yet.”

What I hated more than that woman’s shamelessness was my fiancé’s cold eyes when he looked at me.

*

And not long after,

I heard that the father of the child that woman was carrying was not him.