I knew these things truly hurt her.

"To say that I'm just an accessory is too flattering. The words those people said today were not wrong at all. I'm not even worthy of being his wife," she said with a chuckle.

"Do you have to belittle yourself like that?" I looked at her, a bit frustrated.

"This isn't about belittling! I did have such thoughts before. I wanted to stay by his side because I assumed that when she was gone, I would be his partner. After all these years of mockery and ridicule, I consoled myself that it would all be worth it when I was officially recognized."

She wiped her face, and I realized what she was saying was the most honest reflection of her soul. I could understand her.

"In reality, I don't love him that much. It's just that I endured a lot for this one person, and it became a habit. I buried my desires and couldn't escape..."

She patted my leg and laughed bitterly, but her tears flowed.

I comforted her, "You're not wrong. Anyone in your position will ha