The rain poured heavily that night, drenching the empty streets. Lightning occasionally illuminated the darkness, followed by thunder that shook the air. Under the downpour, you stood frozen by the roadside, your body shivering—not just from the cold, but also from the pain in your heart.

Just minutes ago, you were still in the car with your husband, Lex. You had been arguing—again. What started as a normal conversation had escalated into a heated debate. Lex's voice had risen, and he had pulled over on a deserted road, opened the door, and said sharply, "Get out!"

You looked at him, your eyes brimming with tears. "Honey, it's late, and it's raining..." your voice trembled.

"I need time," Lex replied coldly. "I don't want to keep fighting with you."

You wanted to tell him why you had been more emotional lately. But your lips felt heavy, and before you could say a word, Lex had already shut the door and driven away, leaving you behind.

When he got home, Lex opened the door, tossed his keys onto the table, and collapsed onto the sofa. His breathing was still heavy. He ran a hand over his face in frustration.

His eyes landed on something on the dressing table. A small box.

His brows furrowed as he picked it up and opened it.

His heart nearly stopped.

A pregnancy test. Two red lines.

"Oh God..."

Without hesitation, he rushed out, started the car, and sped off to find you.