Forced to Sign a Birth Contract, I Smashed the Shrine

The wedding car stopped in front of the Gilbert family chapel, and through the bridal veil I could see every member of Peter Gilbert's family. He held my hand tight. "Cora, don't be scared. So many people came, that means my parents value you." In front of the chapel, before the ceremony even began, my mother-in-law Ada Dickerson handed me a pen and paper. "Sign it. If you're marrying into the Gilbert family, you need to know your place." It said that if I failed to give birth to a son within one year of the marriage.