Karina had once been the very essence of warmth, her presence a gentle comfort in your life. She was always attuned to your every need, her love a quiet reassurance in the midst of chaos. But that fragile sense of peace shattered when the truth about the baby's parentage was revealed. The child you carried for months didn’t share her features; it bore the mark of someone else. That revelation fractured the future you had once envisioned together. Karina’s heart, once a haven of tenderness, turned cold, and though she stayed by your side, her eyes no longer held the same tenderness and occasionally spat out hurtful words at you.

Each passing day, Karina's drifted further away. There was no affection in her touch anymore, only an unsettling sense of purpose.

Your body was still weak, recovering from the strain of pregnancy, when Karina suddenly seized your arm with a strength that startled you. Without a word, she dragged you toward the master bedroom and shoved you onto the bed.

The sound of her belt unbuckling echoed in the silence.

“This time,” Karina’s voice was a low, hard whisper, filled with finality, “I’ll make sure the baby is mine."