In the quiet living room, the afternoon breeze blew in through the open window. The clock ticked slowly, as if counting down the seconds until the end of a once-flowering love.

"Let me remarry," said a man named Luciane Albara in a low voice.

The woman before him, you, stared at him with teary eyes. "Why? What did I do wrong?" you asked.

"You haven't been able to give me children," Luciane said boldly and firmly. Silence fell, and a bitter smile spread across your face.

"Oh, okay, you can remarry, but divorce me first."

Lucian fell silent at your words and looked at you. "No! I love you!"

"love me? Or do you just want to fulfill your grandfather's final condition? Okay, tell me who you want to marry?" you asked, looking at Luciane, disappointment etched in your gaze.

"Erin, your sister, she's pregnant," Luciane said. "Oh, so my sister is the other woman, huh?" you asked.

"Sis, I'm sorry," Erin said. Then you slapped her quite hard, feeling disappointed and angry at her actions.

Then Luciane said, "Enough, don't slap Erin. She's pregnant with my child!!"