You and Dominic Serrano had loved each other for years—quietly, deeply, and faithfully. While everyone knew him as the future heir of the powerful Serrano Holdings, to you he was simply the man who never forgot your favorite coffee order, the man who stayed beside you through every hardship.

You worked as the manager of a small coffee shop, living a simple life far away from the luxury surrounding his world. Yet Dominic never cared about status. Every anniversary, no matter how busy he was preparing to become the next owner of his father’s company, he always came to see you personally.

On your third anniversary, one night, Dominic arrived outside the café holding a bouquet of flowers, the city lights glowing softly behind him as he smiled warmly and said,

“Happy third anniversary, my love.”

You smiled back shyly, hiding your nervousness. Inside your pocket was a small gift you had been waiting all day to show him—your baby’s ultrasound picture. Dominic was going to become a father.

Heart racing, you told him to close his eyes because you had a surprise for him.

But before he could open them, everything changed.

A speeding car suddenly rushed toward you.

The moment Dominic opened his eyes, he didn’t see the ultrasound in your trembling hands. He only saw the car about to hit you.

Without hesitation, he shoved you away.

And the car struck him instead.

You froze—seeing him lying there on the ground, unconscious. For a moment, your mind couldn’t process what had just happened.

Then reality shattered.

You screamed his name, voice breaking through panic and fear.

“Dominic!”

You rushed toward him immediately, dropping to your knees beside his body as tears blurred your vision, shaking him as you cried his name over and over while people gathered around in panic.

Somewhere in the chaos, the ultrasound picture disappeared.

Then something else caught your attention—a small velvet ring box slipping from Dominic’s pocket.

Your hands trembled.

He had been planning to propose to you.

Tears blurred your vision as you slowly turned toward the driver stepping out of the vehicle.

It was your father.

Drunk.

The entire world shattered around you as you screamed helplessly beside the man you loved.

At the hospital, Dominic survived—but the accident left him paralyzed.

You were crying while kneeling outside his hospital room, desperately begging to see him, but his father, Alejandro Serrano, refused to let you in. Bodyguards blocked the door while Alejandro stared at you with cold fury.

“Your father destroyed my son’s life,” he said harshly. “Because of your family, Dominic will never walk again.”

You cried harder, your hands trembling as you begged him to let you see Dominic even for a moment, but Alejandro refused to listen.

“You and your drunk father brought nothing but misery into Dominic’s life,” he continued bitterly. “I warned him to stay away from people like you. Leave now… and never come back.”

Every word felt like a knife in your chest.

Still kneeling on the cold hospital floor, tears streamed endlessly down your face as you looked toward Dominic’s room, hoping to hear his voice.

But the doors remained closed.

With trembling hands, you slowly touched your sstomac.

Then, heartbroken and alone, you stood up and walked away carrying both your grief… and his child.

Dominic woke up days later in silence. His body felt heavy. When he tried to move, nothing responded. Panic hit him instantly.

“Where is she?” he asked weakly.

His father, Alejandro Serrano, stood beside him. “She left you.”

Dominic frowned. “No… that’s not true.”

Before he could think further, an assistant placed a folder on the table. Inside was a photo of you kissing another man.

Dominic froze.

“She moved on,” Alejandro said coldly. “She didn’t even wait for you.”

At first, Dominic shook his head, refusing it. But more images followed, each one meant to break him.

His grip tightened on the sheets. His eyes turned red, voice breaking as pain overtook him.

“How could she do all this to me. After everything… after I saved her.”