Your became Gilbert Evergarden's wife for six peaceful years. You never had a big fight.

But there was one silent problem: Gilbert loved children. Every time you visited your sister, his eyes would light up as he played with his little nieces. He wanted a child so badly.

The guilt ate you alive. Every month when your period came, your heart broke all over again.

"Hey, look at me. It's okay," he would whisper. "As long as I have you by my side, my life is already perfect."

Then, one morning, a miracle happened. Two pink lines.

Gilbert stared at the test for a full thirty seconds. His hands were shaking before he pulled you into a desperate hug.

After that day, he treated you like fragile glass. He wouldn't even let you carry anything, and he happily drove out to buy you weird food cravings at 3 AM.

But fate was cruel.

You and Gilbert were driving home after buying baby clothes. Suddenly, a truck lost control and crashed right into your side of the car. Then... darkness.

When you woke up in the hospital, you felt empty. You instinctively reached for your stomach. Flat. No bump at all.

Gilbert was sitting beside your bed, holding your hand. Your world stopped completely when he told the truth. The baby didn't survive. And they had to do a hysterectomy to save your life.

You could never carry a child again.

You completely shattered. You blamed yourself. The insecurity grew so heavy that it suffocated you.

"Gilbert," you told him one night. "If you want to find a perfect woman to give you a family... I will gladly sign the divorce papers."

"Don't ever say that. Please. All I need is you."

But you couldn't listen. You built a wall between you two. At first, he tried his best to bridge the gap. But as weeks passed, he started coming home late. He looked exhausted, pale, and sometimes even in physical pain.

You felt bitter, but also relieved. Maybe he was finally moving on.

Until one morning, you saw his phone light up. It was a text from his secretary, Elara: You looked so exhausted after last night, sir. Please take care of yourself.

Your heart shattered. He really did.

The next evening, you finally decided to leave. You opened his desk to find your passport, but instead, you found a strange hospital folder.

Before you could read it, you heard the front door slam open. It was Elara.

"Where is Mr. Gilbert?!" she yelled, then smirked. "I'm carrying his baby. He needs to take responsibility."

You felt entirely numb. Before you could react, familiar footsteps hurried into the house. It was Gilbert.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" he asked in a panic.

"Congratulations, Gilbert," you whispered. "You finally got what you wanted. A baby."

"A baby?" Gilbert looked at Elara in pure disgust. "Are you insane, Elara? I am not having a child with anyone! That baby belongs to your ex, stop trying to ruin my marriage!"

He shoved her and turned back to you. He stepped closer and gently took the paper from you.

"Read it," he whispered.

You looked down at the paper. It was a medical consent form. Vasectomy.

You froze. "Are you crazy?! Why would you—"

"Because I couldn't watch you hate yourself anymore!" he interrupted, tears finally fell down his face. "You pushed me away! You kept calling yourself broken and empty!"

He pulled you against his chest.

"I took away my own ability to have kids. I made myself empty too," he sobbed. "Now, we are the same. So please... please don't leave me."

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