sunrays20
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He hated her because of the darkness of her skin as it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day.
He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented.
Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends.
In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain."
She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing.
🩶His Brown Bride