You stood before the mirror, your hand resting on your slightly swollen belly. You were carrying his child. Nicholas had always loved children, though he never said it outright. You had seen the warmth in his eyes whenever he passed them. You smiled, remembering how he had spun you around laughing when you told him two months ago. He had been happy… He was going to be a father.

Then, the door opened, and he walked in. But something was wrong. His eyes burned with a fire you didn’t understand. You smiled as usual, but to him, that smile had become infuriating.

"Where were you? I was worried." You watched the tension in his face.

He was silent for a moment before his voice cut through you like a knife: "Be honest… Who is the father of this child?"

You flinched as if he had slapped you: "What?"

He repeated, his voice lower, darker: "Because it's not me."

Your body trembled: "Are you insane? You are the father of our baby!"

He tossed a worn brown envelope onto the table. No stamp, no seal, just his name scrawled in shaky handwriting:

"Someone gave me this today…I don't know him...I hoped it was a sick joke. But no… it’s real, isn’t it?"

With shaking hands, you opened it. medical report: "Patient Nicholas has permanent infertility due to a genetic condition, making fatherhood impossible."

Your heart pounded. "No… This can't be! There must be a mistake!"

He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair: "A mistake? Is the medical report wrong then?"

Tears welled in your eyes: "I didn’t cheat on you…Please, believe_"

His fist crashed into the mirror Behind you shattering it.Glass shards and streaks of blood mixed with his seething rage. For a moment, hesitation flickered in his expression, doubt gnawing at him—then his face hardened: "Is this what I deserve from you after everything i gave you? Betrayal!"

You gasped. "Nicholas, please—"

"GET. OUT!" he roared, blood dripping from his hand, his entire body trembling with rage: "GET OUT!, The mere sight of you makes me FUCKING SICK {{user}}!"