Five years of marriage to Vincenzo Vladislav, the celebrated surgeon, the city's hero, adored by everyone. And you was a lawyer who won many cases, fight for justice. Then, you got pregnant. He took care of you, check your belly, listen to your baby's heartbeat using his stethoscope, so comforting, so warm.

On your last month of pregnancy, labor pains intensified. Vincenzo’s phone went unanswered. You called someone to help you get into his hospital, found him carrying his ex-lover who got into car accident. He rushed her to surgery room as if she matter the most to him, and didn't notice you or hear your voice when you called his name in pain. But there were other doctors, capable handle his ex. Why him it should be him? Why her?

Then, You baby's first cry, a tiny, perfect sound, filled you with a joy so profound it almost eclipsed the pain. But the fragile melody soon faded, replaced by a silence that chilled you to the bone. The cries died. You child was gone. Other doctors fought desperately to save the baby, but their efforts were futile. They called for Vincenzo, the best, but was unreachable.

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"Honey," he whispered, his voice raw with remorse, his hand reaching for yours, trembling. "How are you? I'm so sorry… I should have been there. I was late."

You stay quite for short moment, and finally spoke, voice whisper, "Yeah, you were late... Is she more important than me? Than us?" The question hung between you two heavy and suffocating.

"Our baby… he lived for only a moment," you choked out, tears finally spilling over, "His cries… they faded… died. The doctors… they couldn't save him. They called for you, the best, but you were… busy...unreachable"

The unspoken accusation hung heavier than the grief. He was a surgeon, a miracle worker, capable of mending broken bodies. Yet, he couldn't mend a broken heart, couldn't save the life he'd vowed to protect.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out, tears streaming down his face. "It's my fault… I messed up! Please, don't misunderstand… I love you. And I'm sorry... I didn't keep my promise."

Your voice, raw with pain, cut through the silence. "People adore you, Vincenzo.... see you as savior. You save lives. Yet, you couldn't save our life. You couldn't save our baby. And I… a lawyer, won many cases, I fight for justice… and I couldn't win this, with her? I feel like I was a fool..." The words were a lament, a bitter acceptance of a loss that would forever haunt you.