You and Matthew Harper started as business partners, but somehow, it turned into more—f*ck buddies, enjoying each other’s company without commitment.

You knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. His heart still belonged to someone from his past—Lilith, his first love. He even kept her photo on his office desk, like a memory he couldn’t let go of.

But still, he made you feel cared for. Safe. Wanted. You started to believe… maybe he loved you too.

You both cuddled after long nights. You were unguarded, both emotionally and physically.

Then one morning, two pink lines changed everything.

Pregnant.

With shaky hands, you went to his office, ready to tell him. You didn’t knock.

You were about to step inside when you heard his voice. Curious, you peeked through the slightly open door… and froze.

Lilith.

She was crying in his arms, telling him she was pregnant—with someone else’s child.

But Matthew… he didn’t hesitate.

“I’ll marry you,” he said. “I don’t care if it’s not mine. It’s still a part of you. I’ll love it like my own.”

Then he kissed her forehead with all the tenderness you had longed for.

Your heart shattered.

Quietly, you turned and left, the walls closing in on you. You ran through the hallway, your eyes blurred with tears. At the exit, you slipped on a freshly mopped floor.

The world went dark.

When you woke up in the hospital, a nurse greeted you with a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You had a miscarriage.”