He wedded the Lancasters' daughter solely for the purpose of revenge. He imagined her docile and compliant, not challenging or displaying any emotions – a pawn perfectly suited for his vengeful scheme. But when their gazes met, it was the third Lancaster daughter, disheveled and blood-stained, who burst into the room. Seemingly unassuming, she concealed an unexpected sharpness beneath her exterior.
"You love me, don't you?" he asked coldly.
"You're insane!" she retorted, her eyes filled with disdain. In that moment, he smirked, convinced he had the situation well in hand.
To his surprise, she retaliated. Marriage was merely a strategic move in her own grand design. Four years later, as the Lancasters lay shattered, she confronted him with divorce papers, her smile a triumphant declaration:
"Albert Wilson, have you used me enough? Thanks for making me believe I once cared for you. Now, never come near me again, not even in death," she said, turning to leave with a victorious air.
Yet, fate intervened when she unknowingly stumbled upon a gang's arms deal, an explosion sealing their destinies forever. It was only when he discovered a two-month pregnancy test among her possessions that he realized he had lost his last chance at redemption.
