A month later, the man no longer appeared, and thus her days of humiliation came to an end.
Afterwards, she lived like a caged canary in that luxurious mansion.
Every day she could only sit by the window, watching the world go by – the sunrise and sunset, the flowering and wilting of the flowers.
Other than the servants who delivered her meals at set times every day, no one interacted with her.
She had no power to choose her preferences; all her meals and even her daily schedule were prearranged for her. She had to strictly comply with them.
She lived like a robot, following a mechanical routine.
During that close to a year's period, she almost forgot how to talk.
After ten months, she was led into a hospital delivery room.
After the anesthesia, a cold scalpel sliced across her belly.
She could even feel someone taking something out of her stomach.
A loud cry of a newborn echoed in the room.
