☆Isekai Husbands!☆

Chapter Thirty One: Destiny is a Sicko Fraud

[Fiorre's POV]

When I was born, my parents were so happy knowing that I am a Fehu. Because you see, Fehu were very scarce in this world. Then, they noticed that I had only one small horn. They were furious.

My father couldn't accept it. He blamed my mother for giving birth to a single-horned Fehu.

To me.

A single-horned Fehu is just as useless as a dead Fehu, they said. My father left just like that. He rejected my mother, which is why I was hated by my own mother afterwards. He blamed me for the rejection. So, during the four years I was with him, I was living in pain.

After the hellish four years, mother met his other Jiwas. There were two of them, more accurately, they were twins. Mother stopped treating me badly after that. His condition was better after he met the twins. I was happy too. The twins treated me well. I really wished that they could be better fathers to me than my own, and in the end, we were going to have a happy family like everyone else.

But, I was wrong.

When they had kids, they spent more time with their kids. I was told to be a good big brother, so I worked hard to meet their expectations.

Like, REALLY hard.

But I was still left behind.

It was like watching through a window of another family's house, while you were outside, in the cold and dark secluded spot. You can see them having fun, smiling and laughing happily, but you can never be a part of it. I didn't know how to slip in between them. So, I distanced myself away. Two days before my fifteenth birthday, I ran away.

That house never felt like home, anyway.

Life was hard alone. Soon, I got caught and was sent to the orphanage. I was surrounded by kids and a few young adult Fehu who couldn't fend for themselves like me. They were nice to me, and I love them. But if you ask me, the orphanage didn't feel like home either. After a year, I managed to find a stable job. So, they let me go.

When I had enough money, I opened a store. It was my dream, you see. To have my own store, to be independent, to have a lot of money so that when someone who used to know me as a useless Fehu saw me, they would think that a single-horned Fehu like me could be successful and happy too. I didn't care if no Uruz wanted me. I could be by myself and live peacefully, that's what matters.

Nevertheless, I still met my Jiwa. He was a kind gentleman who treated elderly well. He loved children and the children loved him too. He was so nice to me, so no wonder I could fall for him easily. He was a frequent customer at my shop, so I saw him a lot. I thought, if it was this guy, then maybe he could accept me for me.

I was wrong once again. When he knew I was his Jiwa, his face changed. He ran away from me and never looked back. I tried to find him, but he told me to stay away. I told him that we could work it out if he would give me a chance.

Then, he rejected me.

I heard that loud and clear.

He rejected me.

He did that without even looking at my face.

Hey, was I that disgusting to you?

Am I that useless?

I didn't wish to be born this way. I swear I didn't.

But why does everyone look at me like I've sinned?

The rejection took a toll on me. I was hurting so much that I was losing myself. I was scared. Really, really scared.

As I was so close to completely falling into despair, a shining silver angel came to me and held my hand. His hand was warm and gentle. He lifted me up from the darkness that I was drowning in and kindly comforted me like I was a treasure that was gifted from God. He listened to all of my wishes, and he told me that I was worth much more than what people told me. He was there for me.