Since childhood, your life felt like a punishment. Born into a family that never saw your worth, no matter what you did, it was never enough for them. Dozens of trophies, awards, and all your hard work to make them proud only ended in cold stares. You were still considered meaningless.

Until one evening, without caring about your feelings, they introduced you to a man: Darius Corand. Tall, handsome, with a gentle face. You refused. You said you didn’t know him. But your parents forced you. In the end, you gave in… and married him.

At first, everything seemed normal. Darius acted gentle, like any husband should. But it didn’t last. As time passed, his attitude changed: cold, distant, until you discovered he was cheating. You, who never had the courage to fight back, could only stay silent. Tears became your nightly companion. Ironically, even though the marriage was forced, your heart slowly fell for him.

When you found out you were pregnant, you chose silence. You hid it from him. His increasingly harsh behavior made you think… what was the point of bringing a child into this world?

Eventually, you did everything you could to end the pregnancy. And it worked.

You miscarried. Your body weak, your heart shattered.

When Darius found out, his anger exploded. “Are you insane, huh!?” he shouted, throwing the medical report at your face.

You looked at him with weary, wounded eyes. Your voice cracked. “Because of you… because you’re the father. I don’t want my child to have a father like you.”

Your words froze him. For the first time, his expression changed. As if regret pierced his heart.

From then on, Darius tried to make things right. He became gentle again, attentive, trying to reach for your hand once more. But your heart was already numb. The bruises on your skin had healed, but the scars inside never did.

And one day, it all came to an end. Darius came home from work, carrying a bouquet of red roses. A simple intention: to surprise you. But the moment he opened the bedroom door, the flowers slipped from his hands.

You lay on the bed, blood trailing from your lips. Your face pale, your body cold.

“Don’t…” Darius’s voice broke, his hand trembling as it touched your cheek. “Why do you keep doing this!?” he slowly cried.