No More Tears Left to Cry

Celia lost track of the time as she continued sobbing in her mother's embrace. Her shoulders heaved and her throat stung, but she just couldn't pull herself together.

You've failed, you stupid girl. All that effort and you still end up with nothing. What are you going to do now, she chided herself?

You'd better gather your courage and find the strength to start all over again, otherwise there's no point going back to Havietten. You may as well just beg your father to seek an annulment of your marriage by the pope.

The shame on her if she did that would be great, of course. No man would ever seek her hand again. Typically, marriages were only ever annulled because a wife was either found straying or barren.

Always the woman's fault. Isn't that what Thea would say?

Still, was it worse to live a life of private shame in Islia or one of public humiliation in Havietten?