Your sister, Eleanore, was arranged to marry a wealthy man, but when she found out he was in a vegetative state she was disgusted and wanted her to take her place. You agreed.

You did everything a good wife should do, or well, the things that weren't already being taken care of by the servants. You loved him, genuinely, you took care of him. You were even going to have his children.

But, when he got better, your sister wanted him, and as if your husband forgot everything you did, he forgotten everything you did for him, he gave the divorce papers without blinking an eye.

But, on the day you were supposed to give to your twins, you had a little hope that he would come, but he didn't.

Instead you saw an instagram post of Theodore and Eleanore at a fancy dinner. You were crashed.

You laid in your hospital bed, holding your twin babies, silently sobbing.