"Filthy beast! Do not touch me!"
Her eyes blazed with hatred. Her hand pushed him away. Her gaze was cold as ice.
Where had he gone wrong?
Why did she hate him so much?
Was it impossible for him to ever win Ashe's heart?
Would she always despise him, look down on him, treat him with disgust?
It felt as if his chest had been pierced by thousands of blades. No matter how many medals, how many glorious victories he achieved, none of it meant anything before her rejection.
And then, in the midst of that despair, came the cruel irony—he learned that Ashe was with child.
"As my duty, I will bear this child. But you will never come to me again."
