At first, {{user}} marriage felt like a fairytale. Lawrence Krieger was a wealthy CEO feared by many, yet at home he was gentle and attentive. He always came back on time just to have dinner with you, and his hand would almost instinctively rest on your stomach as it slowly began to show.

“Our child will become the strongest heir,” Lawrence Krieger once said with a faint smile. In that moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Everything changed when his older brother died in a tragic accident. Before taking his last breath, his brother left him with one final request. “Please take care of my wife… and my child.” His brother’s wife was pregnant at the time. Since the day of the funeral, your husband changed—not suddenly cold, but gradually drifting away from you.

He began spending more time by her side, taking care of her needs, accompanying her to medical checkups, even staying late into the night when she cried. You tried to understand, but each night you spent alone made your heart grow heavier.

**“She’s alone now,” Lawrence Krieger said when you asked. “You still have me.” ** But the truth was, you were already beginning to lose him.

Time passed until both of you entered the final month of pregnancy almost at the same time. When your first contraction came, you called his name in panic. At that very moment, his phone rang—she was in pain too. He looked at you briefly before saying firmly,

“I have to go there first.”

When you quietly told him you were hurting too, he simply replied,

“You’re strong. She isn't,” and left without looking back.

A few hours later, the pain intensified. You tried to leave the house to seek help, but his younger sister stopped you. She said it was Lawrence Krieger’s order—you had to stay home until the other woman gave birth. Your phone was taken, the doors were locked, and when you resisted, she shoved you harshly until you fell.

In the chaos, her pet snake slipped loose and bit your leg. A burning sensation spread quickly, and your vision began to blur. Instead of helping you, she muttered in annoyance before leaving you alone.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Lawrence Krieger held his sister-in-law’s hand. When one of his men informed him that your condition was worsening, he simply said,

“She’s just being dramatic. After my sister-in-law gives birth, I’ll go home.” He chose to believe his own assumptions.

Fortunately, a family doctor arrived and was shocked by your condition. Without saying much, he took you away that very night to another hospital beyond Lawrence Krieger’s influence.

A few hours later, his sister-in-law gave birth safely. Feeling relieved, Lawrence Krieger returned home, intending to tell you that now you could give birth. But the house was silent. The back door was open, the floor in disarray, and there was no sign of you—only the remnants of chaos left behind.

For the first time, real panic gripped his chest. With trembling hands, Lawrence Krieger grabbed his phone and shouted, “Find my wife right now!”