Chapter 68 A Wife Who Does Not Love

Chapter 68: A Wife Who Does Not Love

Igor realized then that she was real, that he liked her. No matter what others will think of her, she would be his wife and he would protect her, They’d become two people sharing their bodies and minds their whole lives. 

They did not have the best start as a couple, but he’s sure that they could spend the rest of their life amending their mistakes, right? What does it matter that she came here under his mother’s own malevolent strings? She only needs to choose him, not the queen. Igor thought she would too, but… to think she’d chosen a life of antagonizing her husband… that, he never saw coming. 

Suddenly, he remembered that they’d never kissed properly. Their only shared kisses were the formal kiss during the wedding ceremony. So he leaned in closer, but she coldly turned away from him. He saw no excitement to consummate their marriage on her face. Rather, her expression was close to displeasure as she shed tears.

He was rejected.

At that moment, Igor came to his senses while the truth poured on him like a bucket of ice. She did not want him. He could tell from when he pushed her hand against her chest, though feebly. 

“Is this your answer?”

Igor bit his lips, unsure how to accept the bride who pushed away from the groom on their first night of marriage.

She hesitated for a moment then answered, “Yes.”

And the truth was revealed. She chose the power of the queen, not him, not the man she married, but his mother. Perhaps she did not want a life of the Queen weighing down on her, perhaps she thought it better to hold onto the power of the Queen more than her feeble husband. After all, many nobles joined the Queen’s side. He had nothing. What could he possibly ever give his wife?

Igor chuckled wryly in vain. Was there anyone else like him who had a wife abandon her husband on their first night?

“Yes…” she said again.

His heart tightened. He had no power… she turned away from him because he had no power. If she chose this path, it’s inevitable. Be it hatred or indifference, they were to live together… forever.

“Then, my wife, I don’t want it either, but endure it, even if you don’t like it. You can’t run away from this now.”

The only thing left from his excitement and desire was a bundled up ball of cold anger. Witnesses from across the curtain worried in wonders seeing their king and queen remain still. This was the room to show their physical connection. Otherwise, they’d have to interfere with love-making.

Igor thought it best to finish as soon as possible to satisfy their desires.

He stopped caressing her and pulled out his manhood and burrowed deep inside her dry flesh.

“Ugh…”

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For a moment, she opened her eyes and let out a small grunt, her face full of confusion, but soon, she stretched out her arms as if she’d given up. Her unprepared womanhood was too cramped for Igor to fit in. When he had trouble with her insides, he pulled out and pushed inside, hard.

As he forced his way in, she turned her head and bit her lips in pain. Her hand was red from gripping on the crumpled bedsheets. 

He knew she was in pain, he knew. 

Even he was unhappy with the act.

After several moves, he quickly released inside her. Only then did the nobles leave when the ritual was complete.

A heavy silence followed thereafter while he laid beside her. He looked at her complicatedly. He dreamed of a life with her, but it collapsed so quickly and now he’ll need to endure a life with a woman who did not love him. If that’s the case, she’ll endure a life with a husband both cold and cruel.

“You’d better not think that I’ll continue to tolerate your ambiguous attitude.”