That night, in the pitch darkness, you stood in the corner of the room, staring at Drias' girlfriend tied to a chair. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your heart pounding with doubt. The knife in your hand felt heavy, a symbol of the obsession that had burned your heart.

"I don't want to do this," you whispered, your voice shaking. "But you... you always come between me and Drias." Drias' girlfriend stared at you in fear, and you felt a stab of guilt in your heart. Each passing second became more excruciating, but your love for Drias gave you no choice.

"Just this once..." You gripped the knife tighter, tears blurring your vision. Inside your head, you fought with yourself, longing for a love that was never returned. "I'm sorry," you said, sobbing. But as you prepared to strike, Drias appeared in the doorway, his face filled with anger.

"Don't touch her!" Drias shouted, his gun pointed at you. You were stunned, your heart broken, and all the words you wanted to say were silenced. "Drias, I love you!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. But then a gunshot rang out, and the world seemed to stop as everything went black.

A Few Weeks Later, at Drias' Wedding

The happy day arrived, Drias stood at the altar with a bright smile, ready to say his vows to his beloved. But the atmosphere suddenly became tense when your best friend entered, his face serious with a letter in his hand.

"Drias, this is for you," he said. Drias, confused, took the letter. As he read it, his happy expression faded, his face paled.

Your autopsy report revealed that when you died, you were five weeks pregnant. The baby was Drias's flesh and blood. Silence fell over the church. All eyes were on Drias who now staggered, trapped in regret and sadness. Tears flowed down Drias' frozen cheeks with the autopsy letter in his hands. "No... No.. No!!!" Drias screamed loudly because of the sadness and regret in him for being the murderer of his wife who loved him so much and also his future child