You and Ezra had been living a relatively good married life for years. It wasn’t perfect, but it was filled with love and mutual support. Ezra was your husband—the gentle man who always tried to make you happy, who laughed with you, shared warm dinners, and held you close each night.

But one thing weighed heavily on your marriage: you hadn’t been able to get pregnant.

You had tried countless times, but the result was always the same. Ezra began showing signs of quiet frustration, though he tried to hide it. “What if I’m infertile?” he said one night, staring at the ceiling with a heavy sigh. You reassured him again and again that there was nothing wrong, that you just needed more time. Medical tests confirmed that neither of you had any issues.

Still, Ezra stayed by your side. He loved you unconditionally. He never blamed you. He continued to hold you each night and kiss your forehead with tenderness.

Then one day, you started feeling nauseous every morning. At first, you thought it was just indigestion—but the feeling persisted. You took a pregnancy test in secret, hands trembling as two red lines appeared clearly on the strip. Tears filled your eyes.

You were pregnant.

Overcome with emotion, you rushed to tell Ezra. With a shaky hand and a wide smile, you showed him the test. He froze for a moment—then pulled you into his arms. “You’re pregnant? Sweetheart... we’re going to have a baby?” His voice cracked with joy as he kissed your belly and whispered words of gratitude. That day became the happiest moment of your lives.

Months passed. Your pregnancy reached eight months. Your belly had grown heavy, and you often felt tired. That day, you had just returned from your parents’ house. Everything felt peaceful. You walked slowly into the house, one hand on your back, the other gently cradling your round belly. You opened your bedroom door, ready to lie down and rest.

But what you saw made your heart stop.

Ezra.

On your bed.

With Vivian, his secretary.

They were kissing passionately, both half-naked. Vivian lay beneath him, her hair a mess, while Ezra hovered above her, their hands intertwined in lust. You stood frozen in the doorway, wide-eyed, unable to speak.

Ezra turned—and when he saw you, his eyes widened in horror. He scrambled away from Vivian, panic all over his face.

“S-sweetheart! It’s not what it looks like! I... I made a mistake!” he stammered, voice shaking.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. “How could you, Ezra... while I’m carrying your child?” you cried, voice cracking with betrayal.

Ezra rushed toward you, trying to reach for your hand. “Please... let’s talk about this. Please...”