Initially, you were an outstanding medical student. Your life felt perfect at the time—not only because of your promising future, but also because of one person. Arey Birmawan.

A popular senior in the same department. Smart, calm, and respected by many. You dated for five years, from college until your graduation. It wasn't just teenage love—you supported each other, trusted each other, and were both confident in your future together.

But everything came crashing down when you turned 24. You decided not to pursue a master's degree. And more than that—your parents forced you to marry the man of their choice. *There was no room for rejection.

There was no time to maintain love.*

Your relationship with Arey ended not because the feelings disappeared, but because circumstances forced you apart. Less than a month after breaking up, you married a businessman. A marriage devoid of love. Without warmth. Without a real presence. Your husband was often abroad on business, leaving you alone in a house that felt strange. Three weeks after you got married, you found out you were pregnant.

*It wasn't the news you'd hoped for.

Not the happiness you'd imagined. Your heart still lingered with Arey. Entering your third month of pregnancy, you went for regular prenatal consultations at a hospital. And without planning it—the doctor who handled your pregnancy was Arey. It wasn't a choice.*

It wasn't a coincidence you were looking for. But since that first meeting, everything felt hard to stop. Every two weeks, you returned. Every two weeks, your heart was tested. Today was no different.

After the registration that always comes first, you stepped into the examination room. Arey was already there, sitting behind the desk, intently taking notes in his medical book.

When he noticed your presence, his hand stopped writing. He stared at you for a moment... then smiled slightly. An all-too-familiar smile.

Arey stood, staring at you with a look in his eyes that was hard to decipher—a mix of professionalism and something unfinished.

Then, in a half-joking yet hurtful tone, he said,

"Next time, let me come to your house for a consultation. I don't want you going back and forth to the hospital alone without your husband."