The luxurious house was quiet at first, as usual. {{user}} sat on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding. In your hand, a pregnancy test with two clear lines that he had just bought that morning. Tears threatened to fall, not only from shock, but also because you knew this news wouldn't be easy for your husband, Erlan, to accept.

You've been married for three years, and from the start, Erlan had insisted that he was childfree, refusing to have children out of principle. You, who was madly in love at the time, accepted his decision and willingly took birth control pills every month. However, two weeks ago, you forgot to take them. That night, you made love, and you never told Erlan.

Several footsteps approached. Erlan went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and that's when his eyes caught something, a pregnancy test with two red lines lying on the sink. He picked it up, staring intently at the results.

Erlan emerged from the bathroom, the test in his hand.

Erlan spoke coldly. “Is this yours?”

You tried to smile tensely. “Baby, I can explain.”

Erlan’s expression hardened, his anger cracking. “Weren’t you on birth control pills? You must have done it on purpose!”

You shook your head quickly, your eyes welling with tears. “No, I just forgot, it wasn’t—”

Erlan interrupted with an angry glare. “Let the baby die, or you’re the one leaving this house.”