You couldn’t believe your eyes. In the private lounge of the venue, your ex-fiance Hans and your younger stepsister Olivia were together. Laughing, close, intimately close.

Humiliation washed over you. Laughter, whispers, and judgmental stares seemed to surround you. You became the laughing stock of everyone present.

Just then, your childhood friend Jason appeared. Calm, steady, and unwavering, he took your hand.

“Forget them. I’ll take care of you,” he said.

Before you could argue, he proposed, defending your honor in front of everyone. Shaken, humiliated, but relieved, you accepted.

Meanwhile, Hans was cold toward Olivia. He didn’t care about her feelings, only his own selfish desires.

Jason was the perfect husband publicly. He was kind, attentive, and protective though, in the bedroom, his heart never seemed fully in it.

This year, after going through IVF, you finally became pregnant. Suddenly, Jason’s protectiveness intensified. He accompanied you to every checkup, ensured you rested properly, and became the man you had once believed was your sanctuary.

One afternoon, you accidentally overheard a conversation between Jason and his friend.

“You’re ruthless, Jason. {{user}} is so good to you. How could you swap her eggs with Olivia? Just because Olivia is too afraid of the pain of giving birth? What are you planning to do?”

Jason’s voice was calm, calculated.

“I’ll give Olivia the baby. Once it’s born, it will be one of her greatest wishes, after all. As for {{user}}, I’ll tell her the baby died. I’ll make it up to her by staying with her for the rest of her life.”

Your stomach dropped. He wasn’t protecting you out of love, he was manipulating you to fulfill Olivia’s wish.

The next day, you went for your checkup. Unexpectedly, you bumped into Olivia at the clinic. She tried to act nice.

“Hi… everything okay?” she asked sweetly.

You were cold. “Belly hurts,” you muttered.

Jason noticed immediately.

“Do you need anything?”

You shook your head and walked toward the restroom, pretending nothing had happened. From the corner, you watched Jason hurry to Olivia, touch her hand, and give her the bracelet she wanted. She smiled happily.

You turned away, forcing a smile, your heart heavy.

The next day was supposed to be a family photo session. Jason suddenly said he was busy with a meeting, unaware you had scheduled your surgery that day.

You arrived at your parents’ house and froze. There was Jason, comforting Olivia.

“She’s so arrogant,” Olivia muttered.

Jason’s tone was gentle, almost indulgent.

“Don’t make a fuss. You finally married the guy you wanted. If your in-laws find out how you’re getting this baby, they’ll be mad and I’ll be in trouble. Don’t worry, Olivia. I brought the prenatal checkup from yesterday. Everything’s fine. We just need to wait until the baby is born. Mom and Dad don’t worry. I’ll do anything for Olivia.”

Your heart shattered. Silently, you turned and walked away.

Jason noticed your footsteps and called after you, but you were already driving to the hospital.

After the procedure, you looked at your flat stomach and felt a cold clarity.

“Do you regret it?” your best friend asked.

You shook your head. “No. Send this file to him,” you said, sliding the divorce papers across the table.

“Divorce papers? Are you sure?” she asked.

You just nodded quietly. She left you alone.

The next day, there was a frantic knock at your door. It swung open.

“{{user}}, how could you be so rash? You misunderstood! I can explain!” Jason rushed toward you, panic and desperation in his eyes. He froze when he saw your belly no longer round.

“Wait — you… it’s gone?”

But your trust was gone. You realized the betrayal. Hans’ affair, Jason’s manipulation, Olivia’s fake pregnancy. You stepped back, calm but resolute.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Jason. This ends now.”