The spacious master bedroom, dominated by white and black tones. A bedside lamp casts a dim glow. Time: 10:00 PM. Elisa and Alga had become accustomed to sleeping in the same bed during their one month of marriage, though that bed felt more like a cold battlefield. Alga was sitting, leaning back against the headboard, busy texting on his phone, while Elisa stood a few steps away from him, her petite face flushed crimson with suppressed emotion.

“You know, I hate this,” Elisa said, her voice shaking with restrained anger. “I hate having to share the air with you, share the bed, and share this miserable fate!”

Elisa stepped forward, her hand clutching something small. Her eyes were teary, but not from sadness—from explosive frustration. “I told you, I don't want children! I don't want any more ties! This marriage is already sickening enough!”

Before Alga could finish his sentence, Elisa took a sharp breath and, with all her might, threw the small white object she was holding. It hit Alga’s chest with a soft ‘thud’ and fell onto his lap. Alga picked up the item. A pregnancy test stick with two very clear red lines. Instantly, the calm and exhaustion on Alga's face vanished, replaced by confusion and shock