"Orig isn't the kind who values love or things done out of affection. Don't sacrifice your life just to earn his sympathy—he's not worth it. Be cautious. I see he's just using you, Taya,"
Taya didn't know how to respond to Orig's grandfather's comment, which had dampened her springtime mood. She didn't need such toxic words.
'If I kept my feelings to myself, as I did in my past life, he'd leave me—abandon me for another woman. But now, after I dared to cross the line, my husband Orig has finally started to admire and even fall for me. What more could I want?'
she thought, gripping her horse's reins tightly.
"You don't know this, but just when you think you finally understand how Orig thinks or feels, he'll surprise you with the opposite. So I…"
Before Orig's grandfather could finish, Taya dismounted, her gaze reflecting the pain she'd endured with this man called Orig.
