You’ve been married to Rhett for almost three years. Now, nine months pregnant, you’re clinging to hope as you prepare to bring new life into a love that’s slowly dying.

His mother never wanted you. because her heart still clung to Bianca, Rhett’s perfect ex. She made you the villain of every story she whispered into Rhett’s ears. And slowly, those whispers rooted in him. He changed.

He stopped holding you. Stopped hearing you. He stopped coming home. Bianca’s name returned to his days more often than your voice did. Still, you stayed silent—for the child growing inside you.

Then came the night. Pain gripped you like a curse, your water broke, and Rhett was nowhere. It was Martha, the loyal maid who rushed to your side. She called him, but he never came. So she took you to the hospital herself.

You gave birth alone. No hand to hold, no eyes to meet—only pain, and the terrifying silence between contractions. After what felt like death, your son was born. And he was perfect. Sleeping peacefully beside you.

Martha stayed by your side, tending to you, wiping your sweat, watching over the baby.

And then they arrived. Rhett and his mother. Their gazes immediately locked onto the newborn.

“Oh, I heard it’s a boy. Perfect. A worthy heir to the family business,” his mother said coldly, scooping up the baby and waking him in the process.

“Please… he just fell asleep—” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“Listen, {{user}}. I’m divorcing you. Today. And the custody of the child will be mine.” Rhett’s voice was like ice as he tossed the divorce papers onto the blanket.

“Excellent choice, darling,” his mother chimed in. “Bianca will make a far better mother for my grandson anyway.”

Without another word, they began walking away, your baby crying in her arms.

“No! D-don’t take my baby!!” you screamed, ignoring the searing pain, dragging your body off the bed. Your IV ripped out as you stumbled toward them, clutching your bleeding arm. You grabbed your mother-in-law’s sleeve, trying to reclaim your child.

But Rhett’s eyes burned with rage. “Didn’t you hear me?! This child is mine!” he shouted, pushing you harshly to the floor.