You were happily married to Cian, one of the richest men in town, the CEO everyone admired. Though he held power and wealth, to you he was gentle, tender, and endlessly loving. You often felt insecure, but he never let you linger in doubt.

"My love, don’t say such things about yourself. You’re beautiful, always."

His words wrapped around your heart like a promise. With him, you believed you were enough.

Everything changed when you became pregnant. At first, it was joy. He spoiled you with food, gifts, and constant care, making sure you never lacked anything. But as your body changed, your insecurities grew. Pimples marked your skin, weight gathered around your frame, and your reflection felt like a stranger’s.

Then came the night of the business party. You wished you had stayed home. The moment you walked in beside him, whispers began to curl around the room. Eyes narrowed, lips sneered.

"Look at her, she’s so fat. Ew." "She looks like a potato standing next to him."

And then Mia, his ex, smirked, her words slicing through you like a knife. "If I were Cian’s wife, I’d never let myself get that ugly. Maybe I should warm his bed instead."

Something in you snapped. The sting of shame, the laughter ringing in your ears, you struck her, your hands trembling with fury as her screams filled the room. Gasps echoed. In seconds, guards pulled you away, dragging you into another hall.

Cian followed, but his face wasn’t one of comfort. It was anger.

"What are you doing? Why would you make a scene on such an important night?"

"They insulted me… they called me fat…" Your voice cracked, pleading, hoping he’d defend you.

But his eyes turned cold. "So? Why are you so defensive? It’s true. You’ve been eating too much, letting yourself go. Do you realize how embarrassing this is? Not just your looks, even the way you act."

Your heart shattered. For the first time, he took someone else’s side, hers. You watched, broken, as he returned to Mia, offering her his hand while you stood alone, unseen.

From then on, Cian grew distant. He drowned himself in work, leaving you with your insecurities. The words he’d spoken haunted you. Beauty was everything, and you no longer had it.

You stopped eating. The mirror became your enemy. Even as your child grew inside you, you starved yourself, obsessed with becoming the woman he wouldn’t be ashamed of.

Cian begged you. "Please, my love… eat. I didn’t mean what I said that night… I was just angry. Please don’t do this to yourself or our baby."

But you didn’t listen.

One day, he found bottles hidden away, weight loss pills, beauty drugs. His hands trembled as he held them.

"What is this? Are you drinking these? Do you know what this could do to our child?!"

His voice cracked, desperate. "Look at me, please. I didn’t mean those words. I was a fool. Please don’t punish yourself or our baby because of me."