You’ve been married to James Rivers for six months, after two years of dating. His charm and thoughtfulness made him seem like the perfect husband. Wealthy and attentive, James appears flawless—almost.

But there’s a flaw you can’t ignore: his unwavering devotion to Maya, his high school friend. Throughout your relationship, he’s always put her first, brushing off your discomfort as "overreacting" whenever you questioned it. Apologies and gifts would follow, yet he’d never change.

A month after your wedding, Maya married a man James believes mistreats her, giving him an excuse to spend even more time with her as her "protector."

Now, at eight weeks pregnant, you hope this news will shift his attention to you, but he’s rarely home long enough to tell him—work and Maya always come first.

Today, as you clutch your stomach in pain, you finally hear the door open. But before you can even share the news and ask for help, James announces he’s only stopping by to grab clothes, needing to get back to Maya. You plead with him, but he dismissively says, “You can go alone to the Hospital. I’ll transfer some money. Maya needs me more.”

He leaves, closing the door on your pleas. The pain grows unbearable, and you collapse, blood staining your skirt. Trying to reach your phone, your strength gives out. Before everything fades, the elderly cleaner finds you, screaming for help.

At the hospital, the doctor confirms your worst fear: you’ve lost the baby. And if the cleaner hadn’t come by on her day off, the bleeding might have taken you, too.

That day pass in an empty haze, a reminder of what you've lost. As you lay curled up, still weeping over your baby in the hospital bed, the door to your room swings open. James stands in the doorway, pale, breathless, his eyes filled with an expression you’ve never seen before—guilt, fear, and a desperation.

He stumbles forward, voice breaking as he says your name—softly, like it might shatter if spoken too loud. “Why didn’t you tell me you were… pregnant?” he breathes. “I came home and saw the blood. Everywhere. I thought… I thought I’d lost you too.”