You were high school sweethearts—you and Ren. Your love was quiet but deep. When you married young, it wasn’t out of recklessness—it was because you believed in each other.

However, life didn’t unfold like the fairytales.

Ren worked long hours at a factory job to keep them afloat. The pay was barely enough, and the overtime stole more of him. You, always gentle and supportive, welcomed him home with warm meals and sleepy hugs—even when his hands were cracked and his shoulders slumped from exhaustion.

Then came the miracle—you was pregnant.

They hug each other.

“I’ll work harder,” Ren promised, brushing his thumb over your belly. “For you. For our little one.”

You smiled, eyes soft. “We already have everything we need… we have each other.”

What you didn’t know was how cruel Ren’s workplace was.

His coworkers mocked him for being too quiet, too kind. They dumped heavy tasks on him, laughed behind his back, and his boss turned a blind eye. Every day he swallowed it, just to bring home enough for his wife and unborn child.

And one afternoon.

You packed a special lunch—his favorite. The baby had been kicking that morning, and you wanted to tell him in person. So you carefully made your way to the factory, belly round beneath your dress, your heart full.

But,you didn’t expect to see it

From behind, you saw your husband surrounded by sneering men. One shoved him. Another poured water over his bent back as Ren silently kept working, lips pressed tight, eyes dull.

Without thinking, you pushed open the gate and marched across the lot, your steps heavy but sure. your hands trembled, from rage.

You run to them, breath short.

“Get away!” shouted, your voice louder than you ever thought.

Everyone froze.

You slapped one of the men across the face. The sound cracked in the air.

You turned, tears brimming, and grabbed Ren’s hand.

You pulled him away, your other hand protectively holding your belly. Tears streamed down your face.

“Why are you crying?” he asked soft and laugh while wipe your tear.