"But Takahiro-san," she protested, trying to reason with him, "I'm still in mourning. My husband's memory is still fresh. How can I even—"
Suzuko felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. She had heard stories of widows being forced into such situations, their bodies used as vessels to carry on a family's lineage. It was a fate worse than death, a complete disregard for her autonomy and grief. Widow Honjo Suzu- who is forced to get pregnant...
The night ahead seemed darker than ever. "But Takahiro-san," she protested, trying to reason with
Takahiro's expression hardened. "Our family's future is at stake, Suzuko. This is not about your personal feelings. You will do this for the sake of our ancestors and our family's honor." She had heard stories of widows being forced
The door creaked open, and a gentle voice called out, "Suzuko-san?" It was her brother-in-law, Honjo Takahiro. He entered the room, his eyes laced with concern.