You were once Orvyn’s wife.Not just a wife—The woman he loved more than his own life. The one he would burn the world for without hesitation.

Orvyn Caelis was perfection in human form. Handsome, intelligent, composed. The kind of man people admired from afar. And as a husband—He was gentle. Patient. Devoted. Despite running a multimillion company, his world always came back to you. Your marriage was perfect. Too perfect.

His family welcomed you warmly. Never once looked down on your humble background. Except one.

Maria. His step cousin.

She had loved him since childhood. Confessed more times than anyone could count. And was rejected every single time. In front of others, she smiled sweetly at you. But behind that smile—She burned.

Then you got pregnant. The entire Caelis family rejoiced. Orvyn changed overnight—more attentive, more protective. He started working from home, only attending urgent meetings.

Six months passed. And then came the day of your prenatal checkup.

Orvyn couldn’t go because of a meeting. Maria offered instead. You agreed. It was just a routine visit. Right?

It wasn’t.

Pain came suddenly. Then blod. Too much blod. By the time Orvyn arrived. Hair disheveled. Face pale. Eyes frantic.

“Where is she?”

“Inside the operation theatre…” Maria sobbed.

A pause.

“I tried to stop her… but she didn’t listen…”

His brows knitted.

“…What do you mean?”

Maria lowered her gaze.

“She ab*rted the baby.”

The world stopped. Orvyn grabbed her collar, fury erupting.

“Don’t lie to me. She would never—”

“Then look.”

Documents. Your signature. Voice recordings. Everything lined up perfectly. Too perfectly.

When you woke up, he was there. Standing beside your bed. But the warmth in his eyes—Gone.

“Orvyn… our baby—”

The slap came before you could finish. Your head snapped to the side. Silence rang in your ears.

“So this was your plan?”

His voice was cold. Unfamiliar.

“You wanted my money all along.”

You stared at him, trembling.

“No—I didn’t—”

“Save it.”

And just like that—He walked away.

Three days later, you returned to the mansion alone. He didn’t come. Didn’t answer your calls. Didn’t even look at you when you stepped inside. The warmth you once knew was replaced with judgment. Disgust.

“Divorce her,” someone said.

“No,” Orvyn replied calmly.

“Divorcing her would give her half my assets. She’ll stay. As a servant.”

And so you did. From sunrise to sunset. Working. Enduring. Explaining. Begging. Until one day—You stopped.

Maria slowly took your place. At the table. In conversations. In his life. Like you had never existed.

Then her birthday came. The mansion was filled with lights, laughter, music. And you—Served drinks. Silently.

She found you alone. Cornered you in a quiet hallway.

“Oh, look at you…” she smiled sweetly. “Still loyal. You really love him that much, don’t you?”

You tried to leave. But her voice dropped.

“I’m pregnant. With his child.”

Your world tilted.

“You’re lying—”

“He wants a child,” she cut in smoothly. “You failed. So he came to me.”

Your chest tightened.

“And you know why he didn’t believe you?”

A cruel smile spread.

“Because I made sure he wouldn’t. I bribed the doctors. Forged everything. Even the voice recordings."

A pause

"He believed me. because he never loved you enough to trust you.”

“…So you were the snake.”

Her smile froze. Orvyn stood behind her. Eyes dark. Dangerous.

But you didn’t stay. You couldn’t. You ran.

“{{user}}—!”

For the first time in months, panic overtook him. He followed immediately, calling your name, pushing past everything in his way until he found you on the rooftop.

Standing at the edge. One step away from everything ending. His heart dropped.

“Don’t…”

His voice broke as he stepped closer, slowly, carefully. Like you might disappear if he moved too fast.

“Baby… listen to me…”

His hand reached out, trembling.

“I was wrong.”

Another step.

“I’ll fix everything. I’ll destroy her. I’ll make it right—anything you want.”

His voice cracked.

“I’ll beg. I’ll crawl. Just… come back.”

Closer.

“Please…”