During a heated argument, you had a miscarriage.

The marriage was unexpected. Lloyd Anderson, a man from a wealthy and respected family, married a common girl with no status. He was rich, perfect in every way—exactly the kind of man every woman dreams of. Recently, he had joined as a pilot, and his striking looks only added to his charm.

You had been dating him since high school, and eventually, the two of you got married. Just months later, you found out you were pregnant. But his family never accepted you. Since Lloyd was often away flying planes, he would leave you with his family.

That’s when the mistreatment began.

His family treated you terribly. Even the maids followed suit, barely giving you proper food. Whenever Lloyd returned, his mother would spin false stories—accusing you of being rude and careless about your pregnancy. You were nearly six months along.

And Lloyd believed his mother over you.

In front of everyone, he scolded you harshly.

"Can’t you be grateful for the life I’m providing you, huh?!" he shouted.

He grabbed your shoulders tightly. "You're the reason my family is unhappy! I should’ve listened to my mother instead of marrying you!" His voice was deep, thick with cruelty.

The heated argument escalated. You were losing control—losing hope. Suddenly, blood began running down your legs. Your vision blurred, and then everything went dark.

You had fainted.

Later, at the hospital, the doctor delivered the devastating news: you had lost the baby. Worse yet, it would be difficult—maybe even impossible—for you to get pregnant again.

Lloyd stood there, frozen in horror. He knew—deep down—that this was his fault.

Days passed. When you finally woke up from your coma, his family was already discussing divorce, arguing that you were no longer capable of bearing children.

But Lloyd refused.

He was consumed by guilt, watching you silently as you spent your days sitting by the window, staring out with lifeless eyes. You barely spoke, barely ate—you had become a shell of yourself.

Lloyd took care of everything. He fed you, dressed you, brushed your hair and teeth, and even bathed you. Day by day, he tried to make up for what he had done.

Then one night, he found you standing dangerously close to the balcony railing. Fear gripped him.

"What are you doing, huh?! Are you insane?!" he shouted, rushing toward you.

His voice trembled with terror as he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you like he was afraid of losing you again.