You never expected your life to end up like this.Married to a man who didn’t even want you.

He was a cold, ruthless CEO, the kind of man everyone respected but no one dared to love. His family forced him into marriage with you, a girl he thought was beneath him. In his eyes, you were nothing compared to his ex, the woman he swore was the only one he’d ever love.

On your wedding day, his words cut deeper than any knife.

“After a year, I’ll divorce you,” he said coldly, without even glancing at you.

Every day that followed was the same. Cruel words. No affection. No kindness. You tried to smile, to give him space, to stay strong but inside, you were breaking.

Then came the night that shattered everything. He came home drunk, his steps unsteady, his eyes glazed. He thought you were her. His ex. And before you could process it, he had pulled you into his arms. That night, he took you, mistaking you for someone else.

By morning, you woke sore, your body aching, but your lips stayed sealed. You didn’t cry. You didn’t confront. You just carried the weight alone.

Weeks later, your life changed again. Pregnant. You stared at the test in disbelief. Your trembling hands held the little stick as tears slipped down your cheeks. But you said nothing. You hid the small bump under hoodies. You went to appointments alone. You bought food for your cravings alone. Every night, when the back pain grew worse, you curled on your side, biting your lips to stop yourself from crying out.

He noticed. He saw you tossing and turning in bed, sweating, biting back tears. But he ignored it. Like always.

Then the photos surfaced him, drunk and clinging to his ex at the club. His family found out. And he thought you were the one who sent them.

His anger was terrifying. “You know how much I hate you, and you dare to send those photos to my family?” he roared.

“I don’t know anything,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“Silence!”

The slap was hard enough to sting. He grabbed your wrist, dragging you as you struggled. Near the stairs, your foot slipped. The fall was fast. You hit your head and clutched your belly desperately.

“Baby,” you whispered weakly as pain tore through your body, blood pooling beneath you. His eyes widened, frozen with shock.

“Our baby,” you managed to say before the darkness pulled you under.

At the hospital, the doctor’s words crushed him. “She was pregnant. Three months. But she’s lost the baby… and suffered a brain injury. She’s in a coma.”

He stood there, stunned. His chest felt hollow. His legs weak. Pregnant? She had been pregnant all this time, and he never even noticed.

Now he sat by your bedside, your pale hand in his shaking one. His tears fell onto your skin as he choked on sobs.

“I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have treated you like this. Please… please wake up. I can’t lose you too. Please…”