Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 555

Errol began speaking in a slow, steady voice:

"Your mother and I met while studying abroad in Faldoria Country. It was a deeply romantic place. We met, fell in love, and understood each other completely.

We promised to marry right after graduation. During our final year, swept up in our feelings, we slept together. I brought her home with me,

intending to introduce her to my family and announce our engagement, but we were met with fierce opposition. My parents refused to accept the marriage,

and my mother was the most vocal against it. Around the time I brought her home, a vicious internal conflict erupted within the family. The moment I returned, I was dragged right into the crossfire,

forced by my father into a daily, life-or-death power struggle with our relatives. I didn't have a second to spare for your mother.

It wasn't long before people started targeting her. Fearing for her safety, I decided to send her away first, promising to find her once the family war was settled.

But I was ambushed by my uncle and nearly lost my life. I lay in a coma for three solid months. By the time I woke up, your mother was already gone.

I wanted to go after her, but my parents locked me up. They forbade me from searching for her, telling me they had already arranged a marriage for me.

They insisted I marry the woman they chose, arguing that her family's backing would secure our faction's position and help my father claim the head seat of the family.

Naturally, I refused, protesting with a hunger strike. They hired doctors to come to the house, hooking me up to IV fluids and force-feeding me liquid diets.

My hunger strike failed. I was desperate and missed your mother terribly, so I jumped from the second-story window.

I figured that if I could just be with her, I was more than willing to walk away from my family's wealth. But that jump didn't grant me my freedom.

Instead, I shattered my legs, suffered severe head trauma, and lost all my memories. I was bedridden for half a year. During that time,

my parents had my arranged fiancée move into the house to take care of me. Once my legs healed, they orchestrated our wedding, and I married her.

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