The Train Of Despair

William, the husband that my parents approved for me and my boyfriend, was asked to serve Lynn some food.

He glanced at my expressionless face as he hesitantly served a chicken drumstick to Lynn.

He said carefully with a charming smile on his face, “Lynn, you should try this tasty drumstick…”

Lynn took a bite obediently and smiled sweetly at William.

“It’s yummy! I also want…”

My father wanted to say something, but my mother stopped him.

She served the other chicken drumstick to Lynn.

Without looking up, my mother said, “You don’t have to worry about Harper. She prefers seafood. It’s all yours.”

It was then that I noticed there was not a single seafood dish. There was not even a vegetarian dish.

Lynn had to love to eat meat.

That made sense. In the village, she could only have meat when it was the new year.

She would have never had two chicken drumsticks in a single meal.

Looking at the meat feast, I felt a little nauseated.

I covered my mouth and left the dining table.

I heard Lynn ask in her high-pitched voice, “Is Harper pregnant?”

Of course I was not pregnant. How could I let that happen to me in this life?

However, Lynn should have a taste of getting pregnant out of wedlock and the nervousness that came with it.

It was a good day, so I took out a wine bottle from my father’s collection.

I then mixed a few different kinds of alcohol together.

Lynn looked at me excitedly when I returned. She bumped her elbow against my mother’s hand.

“Is Harper really pregnant?”

She widened her eyes and looked at me with a gloating expression.

My mother looked at me then William and frowned.

My family was very conservative, so my parents would feel embarrassed if I got pregnant before marriage.

My expression darkened.

“Do you think I’m that easy? I wouldn’t get pregnant before marriage.”

I placed wine glasses into Lynn and my mother’s hands. I put my arms around their shoulders and pretended to be close to them.

“I don’t want to get married just yet. I want to stay at home to accompany you and Lynn…”

My mother’s eyes turned red from having both her daughters by her side. She drank the wine in one go.

She sighed in pity when she looked at her biological daughter. “I don’t know when Lynn will be able to find a good husband and get married!”

I held my own wine glass as I watched them drink and converse.

I told myself to be patient. It was going to be an interesting night!