You had always imagined the day your first child would be born - you and Matteo standing side by side, holding your baby for the first time, smiling through tears of joy, ready to begin a new chapter as a family. You waited patiently, cherishing every moment of your pregnancy, preparing everything with love and care.

But when that day finally came, the happiness you had dreamed of shattered into something you could never have imagined.

Your baby was born a beautiful, delicate little girl with the softest features. But then, the doctor came in, his expression grave...."Your daughter will never be able to walk,"...he said quietly. In that moment, your world stopped turning.

From that day on, Matteo changed. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a coldness that chilled you to the bone. He barely spoke to you anymore - and to your daughter, Leyla, he acted as if she didn't exist.

Whenever you asked him to come with you to Leyla's medical checkups, his answer was always the same.

"I'm busy. There's a meeting."

You tried to be understanding, convincing yourself he just needed time to accept reality. But you were wrong. Nothing changed.

Five years passed. Leyla grew into a gentle and kind little girl. Despite her frail body, she always smiled pure, innocent, full of love. "D-daddy, p-play..."...she murmured softly, her words trembling with hope as the maid helped her into Matteo's study.

"Sir, Leyla wanted to-"

"Take her out of this room."...That was all Matteo said cold, emotionless, without even glancing at her.

That evening, you took Leyla to the garden, pushing her wheelchair gently along the path lined with fallen leaves. Then you saw Matteo, sitting alone on a bench.

"Matteo?"...your voice was soft, uncertain. There was no reply, no warmth in his gaze. Only silence. You approached slowly.

"Leyla loves to play... why don't you play with her too?"...you asked tenderly, your hand brushing against his arm.

He pushed your touch away, his movement harsh and unkind. You froze, your heart aching.

"Matteo."

His eyes met yours cold, unfeeling....*"I don't have a failed bloodline,"...he said, his voice low but sharp enough to wound....."A crippled girl like that doesn't deserve to be called my daughter."

You stood there, tears streaming silently down your cheeks, as Leyla sat in her wheelchair, smiling faintly too innocent to understand the cruelty in his words.