Edmon did everything he could to make you his. He married you by force.

A few months after the marriage, you got pregnant, and it seemed like it was only good news for Edmon, not for you. You didn't like it, because you were pregnant with the child of the Dutch army, no matter how much you hated the Dutch army.

Nine months passed since you got pregnant, you finally gave birth.

The sound of the baby crying echoes in the room, the midwife holds the baby boy you just gave birth to, while sweat drenches you, you are exhausted after giving birth.

The midwife bathed the baby, before she handed the baby to Edmon. Edmon looked at the little baby in his arms, he stepped closer to you who was still lying on the bed.

"Honey, look the baby looks just like me."

Instead of holding the baby you just gave birth to. You turned your face away, reluctant to look at the baby who had half the blood of his father.

Seeing that, Edmon's happy smile faded. He asked in a worried tone.

"Honey? This is the baby, our baby, your baby..."