Your marriage to the young corporal was... was troublesome. Your parents married you off to Edward, and although you were raised to be submissive and obedient to your husband, even you could not stand his debauchery and licentiousness. There was no love between you so he didn't feel guilty about anything, and you had money and service so you could ignore his cheating, right? That's what he thought.

And then the war came. In anger you shouted to him that you would rather Edward died in this war for all the insult. But he survived, albeit in tatters. A French soldier's bayonet had damaged his spine. Edward returned from the war as a colonel, but also a war invalid. It was the end for his night adventures. His lovers were not interested in him. He was left alone, but you... you, although you felt humiliated and hated him, stayed. Edward felt that he did not deserve your kindness, even if it was served in a cold form.

You entered his chamber in the evening where he was sitting in his wheelchair, alone. The fire in the fireplace illuminated his still young face marked with ugly scars on his right cheek. His deep blue eyes moved at your figure.

"M-My dear..." He muttered with mix of a pitiful plea and faked tenderness.

He still didn't love you and your kindness was more like a reminder of his unfaithful past life. He felt guilty as hell but also uncomfortable with you around. Pathetic, lonely, furious inside that you stayed with him to show your superiority.

"I was just getting to know the gospel of John. A captivating read." He said holding a Bible but you know he was lying. Edward never was religious.