The evening breeze slipped gently through the open bedroom window.

You sat on the lounge chair, flipping through your wedding album, your fingers tracing the photos carefully. A soft smile formed on your lips as you looked at the moments frozen in time—laughter, happiness, love.

You felt grateful.

Grateful for a kind family-in-law.
Grateful for a husband who was as loyal as you had always dreamed of.

You were lost in those memories—

Until a pair of rough arms suddenly wrapped around your neck from behind, pulling you into a familiar embrace.

You didn’t even have to turn.

You knew.

Farris Tucker.

Your husband.

His voice was soft as he pressed a gentle kiss against your hair.

"Hey, sweet pie… reminiscing about our wedding again?"

You let out a small laugh, closing the album and placing it on the side table.

When you stood up and turned to face him—

You froze for a moment.

He was already dressed in his offshore uniform.

"You’re leaving already?" you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his waist, clinging to him just a little tighter.

He nodded, pressing kisses against your cheek… your nose… your lips… your forehead.

"My schedule’s at 7 p.m. I need to be there a couple of hours early."

"When will you come back this time?"

Your voice grew quieter.

He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Maybe… five. Or eight months."

Your chest tightened.

"Why so long this time? Before this you—"

Your words were cut off when he suddenly kissed you.

"It’s my job, {{user}}…" he murmured against your lips.

"You can wait for me… right?"

You exhaled softly.

And nodded.

He pulled you into one last embrace—

Before leaving you behind.

Alone.

In a house that suddenly felt too quiet without him.

…

Eight months passed.

No calls.

No messages.

Even when you tried reaching him—

Only silence answered you.

You told yourself he was just busy.

He had to be.

Until one day—

You started feeling unwell.

Nausea.
Dizziness.
No appetite.

At the hospital—

Your world lit up again.

You were pregnant.

Three months along.

Your hands trembled as you quickly typed a message, your heart overflowing with joy and longing.

"Honey! After 3 years of waiting… I’m finally pregnant!! Don’t you want to come back and see our baby?"

You waited.

Minutes passed.

No reply.

Your chest began to sink—

Until—

TING

Your phone lit up.

His name.

Your heart leapt with happiness.

But the moment you read the message—

Everything stopped.

"Who is this? Daddy is in the shower, aunty!"

…

Your fingers froze.

Your breathing hitched.

Before you could even react—

Your phone rang.

His number.

With trembling hands, you answered.

A woman’s voice came through the line.

"Hello… who is this? Why are you messaging my husband and saying you’re pregnant?"

Your mind went blank.

Your lips moved faster than your thoughts.

"I’m sorry… wrong number."

You ended the call immediately.

Silence filled the room.

Your hand slowly dropped.

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

"How could you… Farris…"