You and Aylin had always been inseparable—nurses sharing secrets and dreams. She coached you when you first caught Liam’s eye, dressed you up, pushed you forward, and celebrated when he became your husband. For nearly two years, life was perfect. And now, pregnant with his child, it felt complete.

But Aylin’s world shattered when her fiancé betrayed her. Sobbing, furious, she called you. “Don’t tell me you’re busy with some family dinner again,” she hissed through the phone. “When you wanted Liam, who dressed you? Who stood by you when you were crying over him? Me. Every damn time, I was there. And now? When I’m broken, when I can’t even breathe from this pain—you choose champagne and smiles over your best friend?”

You tried to explain, “Aylin, please… I promise after this—”

Her voice cut like a knife. “Shut up! Don’t you dare say ‘after this.’ I needed you now, not tomorrow, not after dinner. Now! But of course, Madam Perfect Wife can’t risk missing a toast. You disgust me.” And before you could say another word, the line went dead.

A week later, Liam came to the hospital to pick you up. He ran into Aylin, who leaned casually against the counter, eyes sharp. “Waiting for your wife? Funny… I’ve seen her often with Dr. Daniel. Same shifts, long talks in his office.” Liam stiffened. “Excuse me?” Aylin twirled her hair, voice dripping with venom. “Don’t you know? Rumor says she’s closer to Daniel than she lets on. Honestly… are you sure that baby she’s carrying is even yours?” Liam’s eyes widened, but she pressed on. “If you doubt me, there’s prenatal paternity testing—accurate, even before birth.”

Against your protests about the risk of miscarriage, Liam insisted. What you and Lima didn’t know was that Aylin, still a nurse, tampered and faked the results.

That evening, Liam slammed the paper onto the table with such force it made you flinch. His face was red, his chest rising and falling like a man barely containing a storm.

“This child…” his voice shook, low and dangerous, “…isn’t mine.”

“No—no, Liam, that’s not true! I swear to you—this baby is yours!”

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” he barked, ripping his arm from your grasp. His eyes blazed with disgust. “DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU’RE INNOCENT!”

“Liam, please—” you sobbed, “I would never—”

“NEVER?!” His voice thundered, rattling your bones. He grabbed the paper and thrust it in your face. “You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t hear the rumors? Always on the same shift. Always in his office. TELL ME—HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING WITH DANIEL?!”

Your body froze, blood draining from your face. “W-what? No! Liam, that’s not—Daniel is just my colleague!”

“COLLEAGUE?” His laugh was sharp, cruel, almost broken. “Do you think I’m a fool? Do you think I’ll swallow your lies? You disgust me.”

“There must be a mistake!” you cried, your voice cracking. “The test—something went wrong—”

“MISTAKE?!” He slammed his fist against the table so hard the wood cracked under the blow. “THIS is science. THIS is fact. The only mistake I made… was trusting you.”

“Liam, please, I love you—”

“LOVE?!” He shoved you hard, and you crashed to the floor, clutching your belly, choking on your sobs.

“GET OUT!” he screamed, pointing to the door, his voice a blade tearing you apart. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON’T YOU EVER COME BACK!”