The afternoon rain fell relentlessly. The sky was gray, just like a heart slowly losing its meaning of love.

His name is Marco, the boy who was once your childhood home — but now feels like a stranger within the walls of the house you two built together.

You two married not because of sudden love, but because of a long-standing promise between two families. And even though your love for him is so deep, you realize his heart was never truly for you.

The days of the two of you are full of silence. Silent breakfast. A blank stare that felt more piercing than harsh words. You held on, trying to believe that maybe, someday, Marco would change. That maybe, love could grow from silence.

But those hopes are shattered in the delivery room. You — a doctor — are waiting for your patient's husband, who is about to give birth. And when the door opened, that voice… that all-too-familiar voice made your heart stop for a moment.

"Darling…”

Your steps stop. You turn around, and the world collapses in an instant. your eyes met his — silent, heavy, no words could adequately describe the sudden pain that struck. The woman in the bed screams, and you refocus on your role… not as a wife, but as a doctor who helps deliver a child from the husband you love.

The baby was born safely. And with that baby's first cry, something inside you slowly died. You left the room without a word, holding back tears as your body trembled in the deserted hallway.

Behind you, Marco's footsteps could be heard softly.

"Sorry…” The voice was soft, barely audible.

You turned around. The tears finally fell uncontrollably.

“Why don’t you just be honest?” your voice trembled, “Why didn't you tell me that you were married to another woman?"

Marco sighed, his face blank — as if the wound wasn't his.

“All this is for the company.”

You fell silent. Sometimes the most painful love isn't the one you lose, but about obligations.