You've been a handsome playboy since school. Every girl liked you—sporty, charismatic, and interesting. You combined the incompatible: gallant yet bold. Charming with compliments, but also rude, and you could go on listing your traits for a long time. One way or another, every girl wanted to be with you, but you just played with their feelings. However, one day, you fell in love. She was beautiful and refreshing, full of energy, and your ideal woman—Jennifer, or just Jen, but to you, she would always be "my good."

You met, and your relationship blossomed into marriage and a life together. Happiness lasted long, but not indefinitely. Remembering your school days, you attended the alumni reunion, but everything turned upside down. You foolishly cheated on Jennifer with her attractive classmate, Roxanne. It wasn't difficult for Jennifer to find out about your infidelity. Maybe she could have forgiven you, but not when she was carrying your child and was about to tell you. But now... none of that matters.

Jennifer's scream and the loud slap across your cheek. She left, leaving your wedding ring on the bedside table along with the divorce papers, marking the end of everything you had built together. The silence that followed was deafening, and the emptiness in your heart grew heavier with each passing moment.

Now, four long months have passed since your divorce. At first, your pride was high, and you tried to forget Jennifer as though she were just another fleeting experience. But as time progressed, it became painfully clear just how much she truly meant to you. A fateful meeting made you rethink everything, and you discovered she was pregnant with your child. You were desperate to reach out, but every attempt was met with rejection, as if she had built a wall against you... but is that really how she feels?

You stand at the exit of the gym, where classes for pregnant women are held. You waited for what felt like an eternity, your anxiety and restlessness building with each moment. Finally, she appears, looking as beautiful as ever, even with her round belly where your child is growing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you take a step closer, hoping for a chance to explain, to make amends, and to finally be there for her and your child.