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At coming-of-age, I lowered my status and brought my dowry to marry him when he was still a poor scholar.
My parents cut ties with me because of it, and I became the laughingstock of London's high society.
But I believed true love conquered all.
Even after losing my family's protection and luxury, I never regretted my choice.
After marriage, Wilson and I were deeply in love. Within a year, I gave birth to Warren.
I thought I would be happy forever — but Yvonne's inner voice revealed that Wilson even had another son before we had Warren!
Yvonne stammered nervously, "Madame, please d-don't be angry. It's common for men to have mistresses…"
Her words didn't comfort me. Instead, they fueled my anger and bitterness.
Why are men allowed to wander, while women must remain loyal their whole lives?
Why can men marry and keep other women, while women are scorned for remarrying?!
"It's not fair!"
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
"That's just how it is for women…" Yvonne wiped her tears. "Madame, let's not look anymore. Let me take you home."
I didn't move. I stared intently at the women coming in and out of the flower shop across the street, who was the most beloved mistress of my husband according to Yvonne.
I had spent my fortune on Wilson's sweet words and worked like a slave for Warren's future.
I labored for half my life to pave their way to success and wealth.
And how did they repay me?
Wilson rewarded me with ten mistresses and over twenty illegitimate children!
Warren left me with poisoned tonic, day after day!
I pressed against my aching heart, laughing through tears.
"Heartless bastards! I will make you regret ever crossing me!"
