Three years of marriage for Seren was a long period of servitude. As a wife who was considered defective and fragile, she was nothing more than a pawn forced to submit to her mother-in-law's ambitions. Every mysterious pill she swallowed was a chain that bound her to false hopes of an heir.

The humiliation became even more suffocating when Mark, her husband, brought home another woman—a woman carrying life in her womb, something Seren could not provide. Seren was forced to become a servant in her own home.  

“Starting today, Haelyn will live here. You must take care of all her needs until the baby is born!” Mark ordered.

Mark remained frozen in place. His breath caught in his throat, as if the air in the hallway had suddenly turned into thorns that pierced him every time he tried to inhale. His eyes, red from stress and lack of sleep, were fixed on his mother's fingers as she twirled a shiny metal object under the dim table lamp. It was a shield-shaped pendant with a twin-lion motif—an object that should have melted away with its owner at the bottom of the ravine.


Chapter 50 - THE WOUNDED ROOM