The Bride Who Wants to Die - Chapter 12
“Meg, how are you feeling?”
I was lying on my bed inside my bedroom when I woke up at the sound of Roy-sama’s voice.
“I’m sorry, I have to show you something like this. I’m okay now.”
“I guess you’re pushing yourself too hard. Maybe you shouldn’t use too much power?”
“…maybe, maybe not.”
“Meg, about the other day…”
“Roy-sama, please. Can you give me at least one opportunity?”
Interupiting Roy-sama’s words, I bow my head.
This is the last time.
If not, I’ll give up.
“I want to give birth to an heir.”
I look straight into Roy-sama’s eyes and tell him.
“I want to give birth to an heir who will take over this country after Roy.”
Suddenly, tears began to flow.
If I don’t say these words, my husband won’t look at me.
“…but, last time…”
I bow my head.
We can’t even have children, even though it is supposed to be a natural thing.
It’s not Master Roy’s fault.
It was my fault.
I didn’t want him to see the scars on my body.
I didn’t want these scars to remind me that my family didn’t love me.
But, the truth is, I know.
The thoughts of my mother and sister that were imprinted on my body were not love.
Hatred, resentment, and a hint of jealousy.
The only reason why they did not disclose my abilities to the public was because they were afraid that this would increase my value, which they had simply mocked as a failure.
I know, I know.
But I didn’t want to admit it.
So I pretended it wasn’t there.
By erasing the scars that were hidden under my clothes without any traces.
“…I don’t want to hurt Meg.”
Roy said, a little troubled.
It’s too late for that.
Ever since he told me on our wedding day that there was another woman he liked besides me, or ever since I heard of that rumor before we were married, I was already hurting.
“I wish to be hurt by Roy-sama.”
If you say that scars are a sign of love, so be it.
I wish to be accepted by Roy-sama as much as possible.
Roy-sama looks pained as he speaks.
Oh, thank God.
It looks like I will be able to die without regrets.