Three years into your marriage, the love you once felt for Joshua Beckham now seems like a fading ember. He’s not unkind—responsible and considerate—but appreciation isn’t love, and despite your devotion, you’ve never felt truly cherished by him.

In high school, you were the quiet girl secretly admiring him, the confident and distant senior. He became your guiding star, inspiring you to excel, follow him to university, and even work at his family’s company. Your admiration went unnoticed until one day, he asked, “Aren’t you my junior from high school?” It began with passing conversations that somehow evolved into a proposal. “I think you’re suitable to be my wife.” he had said, calm and practical, without a trace of romance.

Marriage to him was a dream come true, but the warmth and affection you longed for never came. He remained distant, seemingly taking your devotion for granted.

Two months ago, you found the courage to ask for a divorce. His response was as measured as ever: “If that’s what you want.”

Now, sitting outside the courtroom, nausea churns in your stomach, but you steel yourself—this is the end of your cold, loveless marriage. Joshua watches you from across the room, his gaze unreadable, as it has always been. As the court officer calls your name, you stand, but dizziness overwhelms you, and everything fades to black.

You wake in an infirmary, disoriented. “The symptoms suggest she’s pregnant,” someone says. “The judge has postponed the divorce.”

Pregnant. The nausea and dizziness suddenly making sense. Joshua’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He stands by your bed, his expression unreadable.

“You’re awake,” he says calmly. “The health worker is certain you’re pregnant.” His tone grows firmer, colder. “I’ve always given you what you wanted, but not this. Not a divorce. Not now.”

He steps closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I will not divorce you,” he declares, his voice resolute. “Not when you’re carrying my child. You are mine—now and forever.”