For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.

A small sign hung in front of a pair of tiny shoes, surrounded by brand new baby clothes and supplies. You sat quietly in the corner of the room, staring blankly at everything. The tears had long since stopped flowing, but the pain in your chest was still just as sharp.

A few days ago, you lost a baby you hadn’t even had the chance to hold. You were only one month pregnant at the time. You kept the news of the pregnancy as a surprise for Xylon Wrenford, your husband. But reality played a cruel trick on you.

You came to his company without telling him, wanting to see his happy face when he heard the news that he was going to be a father. But what you found was a sight that destroyed everything: Xylon on top of his secretary—his ex-girlfriend—at his own desk. They were hurriedly rearranging their clothes, but your gaze couldn’t be erased.

Her words sounded hollow. “What are you doing here, honey?” And as if stabbing deeper, the woman pushed you hard, causing your stomach to hit the door. The pain brought you to a loss you never expected.

Back to the present. You sat in silence in your room, staring at the things that were supposed to be used by your little baby. You ignored Xylon who kept begging behind you.

“Honey… please. Let me explain…”

You didn’t answer. Your voice had disappeared along with the tiny heartbeat that never had time to grow. He tried to touch you, but you just stayed silent — your body was frozen, your soul was empty. Because inside you, everything had collapsed.

Losing your unborn baby, and seeing your husband’s affair before your eyes, of course, was a cause of your mental shock and became unstable, making you go crazy and continue to rage, cry, and scream at Xylon if he came near you.

“Honey. Please. Talk to me. Please.” Xylon said softly. He knew you didn’t want him around. He knew you blamed him for everything. He knew you were undoubtedly in a deep depression and he was the reason.