Since childhood, {{user}} had always been known as a very sensitive girl. As the only daughter of a powerful CEO, you grew up surrounded by luxury, yet the warmth of a real home often felt distant. Even a slightly raised voice could hurt you deeply. Knowing this fragile side of you, your father arranged a marriage with someone he believed was strong enough to protect you—a mafia man named Nicholas Valtiery.

Nicholas was feared in the underworld for being cold and ruthless, but inside the house he tried to be patient with you. He restrained his temper, rarely raised his voice, and quietly fixed the small mistakes you made out of nervousness. Slowly, you began to feel safe around him. When you told him that you were pregnant, your relationship briefly felt warmer than before.

But a few weeks later, everything changed. Nicholas became distant, easily irritated, and started snapping at small things he once ignored. The house that once felt calm now felt tense, making you constantly careful with every step you took. One night, you gathered the courage to approach him, gently holding his hand and placing it on your slightly growing stomach.

“honey… can you rub my belly?”

Nicholas immediately pulled his hand away and stood up, his expression cold. “Don’t start again.”

He walked away, leaving you standing there with a heart that felt quietly shattered.

Not long after that, a woman named Elena began appearing frequently beside Nicholas. You often saw them talking and even laughing together, something Nicholas had not done with you in a long time. You began to believe that your husband was cheating. What you didn’t know was that Nicholas was trapped in a misunderstanding as well. He had received a photo showing you leaving a hotel with another man—a photo that had actually been edited. From that moment on, Nicholas believed the baby you carried might not be his.

Because neither of you ever expressed your feelings, the distance between you only grew wider.

One day, while cleaning the living room, you accidentally knocked over a glass on the table, causing the glass surface to shatter loudly. The shock made your body freeze. The shards cut your hand, but the sharp pain that suddenly formed in your stomach was far more terrifying. Blood slowly began to run down your legs.

With trembling hands, you called Nicholas, hoping he would come this time.

The reply that appeared shattered the last piece of hope you had.

“Can you not disturb me for just one day? I’m busy. I’ll text you later.”

Tears fell quietly before the phone slipped from your hand. Fortunately, one of Nicholas’s acquaintances named Vano arrived at the house not long after and immediately rushed you to the hospital.

At the same time, Nicholas was finishing a major meeting at his mafia headquarters. The moment it ended, an uneasy feeling suddenly settled in his chest. When the truth about the photo was finally uncovered and he learned that the baby you carried was truly his, his entire body went cold. He immediately grabbed his phone to contact you.

But a message from you had already arrived first.

“Don’t bother. It’s too late. The baby is gone. And next time, if you really can’t take me to the hospital, don’t yell at me. From now on I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Nicholas felt as if the world had stopped moving. His hands trembled as he typed a reply.

“Honey? I’m sorry.”

There was no response.

For the first time, the man feared by so many people panicked. He rushed to his car with only one thought racing through his mind—he had to reach the hospital as fast as possible before everything was truly too late.