The Price of Living Apart Together with My Husband

My husband’s family has a tradition of couples living apart together, and he can't publicly acknowledge our relationship until a son is born.

He forces me to respect his family's traditions and tells me to raise our daughter alone.

Six years after we got married, Andrew Sonovan inherits everything his late brother left behind, including his widow, Kasey Jordan.

To satisfy his family's demands for him to carry on both lines, he sleeps with Kasey time and time again. Then, he holds me in his arms. "I can have a proper wedding with you once Kasey gets pregnant and carries on my brother's line. Hold on for a bit longer…"

However, all I get is the news of him marrying Kasey.

"Marry me, Kasey! I'll make you the happiest woman in the world!"

I watch as Andrew gets on one knee in the glow of the flickering candlelight. He looks at Kasey lovingly as he proposes. Meanwhile, she rubs her baby bump, looking blissful.

My daughter and I stand outside the room and witness their happiness. It's only then do I understand that I'm the only one who's been in the dark for the past six years.

After returning from the Sonovan family's residence, my daughter, Molly Sonovan, considerately went back to her room.

Through the crack of the door, I saw her curled up under the blanket, small and trembling. I felt like my heart was being cut by a knife.

I wearily called my parents who were abroad and agreed to their request for me to immigrate. "Dad, Mom, I've thought it through."

In a week, Molly and I would leave this place. And that day also happened to be the tenth anniversary of my meeting with Andrew Sonovan.

I sat alone in the living room all night, crying until I had no more tears left.

The living room light turned on with a snap. Andrew walked over quickly and pulled me into his arms.

"Why didn't you wait for me in the bedroom? It's cold here. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Instinctively, I pulled away from his embrace. He froze for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"You really have a sharp nose. You can even smell it even when someone else smokes."

I hated the smell of smoke. But even after I gave birth to Molly, he still hadn't quit smoking.

It wasn't until half a year ago that he suddenly made up his mind to quit, but it was for someone else.

Andrew kissed my forehead and habitually slipped his hand inside my clothes.

Over the past six months, his desire for me had grown increasingly urgent. I thought it was because our feelings for each other were deepening. But in reality, it was because the woman he truly cared about was pregnant, and he was simply taking out all his pent-up passion on me.

What was I to him, then?

I only felt waves of nausea and pushed him away instinctively.

Andrew paused,