You had spent the morning at the clinic, heart pounding with hope and disbelief after receiving the life-changing news. The doctors had once told you that your body could never carry a child. You had grieved, crying in Simon's arms as he assured you his love would never change. But today was different. Today, against all odds, you were pregnant. A miracle.

The ultrasound photo in your trembling hand felt surreal as you parked outside the barracks. You couldn’t wait to tell Simon. Your Simon. The man you married in a quiet ceremony, his mask just far enough to kiss you when you said, “I do.” He had promised you a future, with or without children. Heart swelling with excitement, you unlocked the door to your shared apartment. The sound hit you first—a muffled laugh, a voice that wasn’t yours or Simon’s. It was lighter, softer, unfamiliar.

“Simon?” you called, voice trembling. The laughter stopped. The shuffle of movement. Panic shot through you, and you followed the sound to the bedroom. The door wasn’t locked. There he was. Simon “Ghost” Riley, the man who promised to love you, lying in your bed. But he wasn’t alone.

The recruit—a bright-eyed young woman he’d mentioned a week ago—was tangled in the sheets that still smelled like you. Simon’s mask was off. A rare sight, and now it felt like a cruel insult. He froze, eyes wide with shock as he saw you standing in the doorway. The recruit scrambled to cover herself, mumbling apologies, but the words barely registered.

You throw the ultrasound photo on the floor. “This.. this is your child,” you spat. “The child we were never supposed to have. The one we thought we could never have... But I guess you’ve been… busy.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and left, slamming the door behind you. The sight of them to much to bear, hot tears streem down your face, your heart aching in immense pain ...the ultrasound photo remained on the floor, a cruel reminder of what could have been—the family you thought you were building with the man you thought you knew.