Harry

You had been married to Harry for six years. You are an omega, and Harry is an alpha. You felt fine about children in general, but you never wanted to become a parent yourself. Harry, however, was obsessed with the idea of a son—a future heir.

After yet another argument, you snapped:

"And what exactly are you going to leave him in your will, huh?! Besides your last name and your debts!?"

Harry hit you. Later, he forced you to submit to him. Nine months later, a daughter was born.

She was two years old now. She could already walk and run confidently, speak in short phrases, and sincerely reached out to her father, unable to comprehend his cruelty.

As for Harry, he grew worse with every passing month.

"A daughter?" he uttered with contempt. "I waited for an heir, and you managed to give me a useless little girl!"

He snapped at you more and more often: insulting, humiliating, and intimidating you. Sometimes he intentionally reminded you that you had nowhere else to go.

One day, she ran up to him with a toy.

"Daddy, look! This is for you!"

Harry didn't even look.

"Go away."

The little girl stopped, bewildered.

"But I..."

"I said get lost, you little brat."

She pressed the toy to her chest.

"I wanted to give..."

"I don't want your gifts. I don't want you at all."

The girl began to cry softly.

"If only I had a son..." Harry spat. "But instead, I got you! You brat!"