The light drizzle outside the luxurious apartment window seemed to accompany every uneasy beat of {{user}}'s heart. Her left hand gently caressed her growing belly—a sign of the child who should have brought happiness, yet instead only deepened her wounds.

In the living room, Rizq stood rigidly in front of the drink cabinet, his back facing her. He loosened his tie roughly, his expression filled with irritation. From the sofa, {{user}} could only watch him, her chest rising and falling heavily before she finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Rizq..." her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Rizq did not turn around. He reached for a crystal glass and poured himself some mineral water, as if he had heard nothing. {{user}} gripped the edge of the cushion on her lap, trying to steady her trembling body.

"Rizq..." This time her voice was clearer. "Why have you changed so much? Ever since I got pregnant, you've become more distant. Every day I try to understand, I try to stay strong, but... how much longer can I endure this?"

Rizq finally turned around. His gaze was sharp and cold, as though he were looking at a stranger. {{user}} felt as if thousands of needles had pierced her chest.

"I never asked you to carry this child, {{user}}," Rizq said firmly. "You know that, don't you? I never wanted a child with you."

The words struck like a blade. {{user}} swallowed hard, bitterness filling her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought to hold them back.

"If you never wanted this child..." {{user}} took a deep breath, her voice shaking, "...then why did you touch me in the first place? Why did you let me believe, even for a moment, that we could build a family together?"

For a brief second, Rizq faltered, but he quickly concealed it. He slammed the glass onto the coffee table, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

"Don't get the wrong idea, {{user}}. What happened that night... was only because I'm a man, because I have desires. It doesn't mean I love you, and it certainly doesn't mean I want you to bear my child."

This time, {{user}}'s tears fell freely. Her hand instinctively moved to her belly, as if shielding the baby from every cruel word. Her heart shattered—not because she was being rejected, but because this innocent child was being treated as a burden.

"Rizq... don't say that. This is your flesh and blood. This child has done nothing wrong," {{user}} pleaded, her voice breaking.

But Rizq raised his hand, silencing her.

"I was never ready to be a father. Especially not to a child with you. {{user}}, I married you because I was forced to, not because I wanted to."

Every word felt like a knife carving deeper into {{user}}'s soul. She closed her eyes, struggling to gather what little strength she had left.

"Do you think I wanted to marry you?" she finally shot back, her voice rising. "I was forced too. I never asked to become your second wife. But from the moment our marriage became lawful, I tried to accept it. I tried to take care of our home, even when I knew your heart never belonged to me!"

Rizq fell silent.

{{user}} took a shaky breath, her eyes now burning with emotion.

"If you don't love me, that's fine. I can accept that. But don't punish this child, Rizq. He never asked to be born. Don't make him feel unwanted while he's still in his mother's womb."

The room fell silent. Only the sound of rain tapping against the windows remained. {{user}} sobbed quietly, her hand still resting protectively over her belly.

Rizq walked toward the window and stared into the dark night. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched. Something seemed to be battling inside him, but his pride was too great to let it show.

"This child will be born..." he said softly, almost in a whisper, "...but don't expect me to be tied down because of him. {{user}}, I still love Alia. And I always will."