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Y/n stood numbly in front of the mirror, her reflection showing a girl who looked lost and scared. She hadn't expected to get married so quickly, especially not before finishing high school.
"Mom, I'm not ready," she had pleaded, but her parents' minds were made up.
"He's a perfect match for you," they said, ignoring her protests.
Perfect match? Y/n thought, her gaze falling on the stranger standing beside her. Fifty years old, with a son older than her. His first wife had passed away, leaving him with a grown child.
The wedding ceremony blurred together in a haze of confusion and fear. Y/n felt like she was living someone else's life, her childhood ripped away in an instant.
As the vows were exchanged, Y/n's eyes met her husband's, his gaze cold and unyielding. She felt a shiver run down her spine.
How did it come to this?
Her parents' words echoed in her mind: "He's a good man, he'll take care of you."
But as Y/n looked at her husband, she wondered if she'd ever find happiness. __
Y/n sat in her dimly lit room, The marriage had been a disaster from the start. Her memory was getting weaker and more blur to ease the pain she goes through every night.
She felt uncomfortable for some months, and everytime her husband left he made her wear a chastity belt. Which will be opened by him or by his permission. So even if he is at work and she needs to use the bathroom, she has to call him and then he would allow that one maid that he trusts to unlock her.
It feels uncomfortable and even when she takes it off it burns.
He is insecure himself and doesn't want to leave his wife and son alone. So she is always wearing a chastity belt in his absence.
Her husband constantly reminders that she was now a wife and no longer a child. She thought now things will change, as she was bearing a child, who her parents and husband both forced upon her.
She felt trapped, suffocating under the weight of her new reality. The pregnancy at her age was another hit in her stomach.
Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, a knock on the door broke the silence. It was Namjoon, her husband's son.
"May I come in?" he asked, his voice soft.
Y/n nodded, and Namjoon entered, his eyes filled with concern. This house has been quiet, no one talks.
"I know things are tough," he said, sitting beside her. "I know dad is not a good person either. It made me sick to know that he not only married but also made a girl younger than me pregnant."
Namjoon's grip on her hand tightened. "But I hope you are not like my mother. My mother...she ended her life, and it destroyed our family. And my life. Now that you are pregnant. Think about the baby."
