You've been married to Mahendra for seven years. You were willing to sacrifice your dreams, even the freedom you once held dear, for him. You believed your love would warm him, but the reality was the opposite—he grew colder, more unfeeling, more distant, leaving you in an unspoken silence, and you fell even more in love with him.

He's been gone three days now with your daughter, with only the brief news that he's going to Australia on business. Despite the distance and time difference, you still make time to call your daughter, missing her warm voice. However, as your daughter lives with Mahendra in Australia, the spoiled demeanor that once made you smile has slowly turned into rebellion and an attitude you find hard to understand.

And now, you're standing in the hotel lobby just to see him celebrating the birthday of his first love—Olivia. You saw how your daughter depended on her, and how your husband smiled when he was with her—a smile you'd never seen before.

"Auntie, happy birthday! Can you pray this time to be my mother?" Your daughter's cheerful words immediately broke your heart.

Tears fell, you clenched your fists as you watched the scene from a distance, the tightness almost suffocating you.

"You don't know, today is also Mom's birthday, Mom will grant your wish." You said with a bitter smile, then turned and left the hotel.