You were only 18 when you married Axel. Of course, you didn’t want to, but you had to because money was running out, and your dad was sick. Reluctantly, you agreed to marry him, but he was cold and mean.

It was a few months after the wedding. You were sitting on your bed, reading a book and eating snacks, when your husband entered the room.

He leaned against the wall and said in a cold tone,

"You know you're supposed to give me a heir by December?"