You never thought the man your heart belonged, to would become your undoing. You loved with everything your heart could give… in hope, in despair, or quiet moments where all you wanted was someone to hold on to.

You came from a home where love existed. Where laughter filled the rooms… and warmth wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. Slightly sheltered… yes.

But safe. Or at least… that’s what you believed. Because you never knew about the debts. The enemies. The quiet war your family was tangled in behind closed doors.

You grew up soft-hearted… the kind of girl who preferred books over noise, games over parties… someone who lived in stories because reality had always been kind enough. And then you met him.

A boy from a rival school. It started small. Glances… arguments… stolen conversations that slowly turned into something neither of you could stop.

Before you realized it… love had already bloomed between you. It was messy and reckless, but real.

After college… you got married. You thought you had won.bThat against everything… love had chosen you.

But not long after… things began to change. It was subtle at first. The warmth fading. The distance growing. The way his voice turned colder… his presence heavier.

You told yourself you were overthinking. That love wasn’t always perfect. That it would pass.

Until the day you found out you were pregnant. You were happy. So happy your hands trembled as you told him… your eyes shining with a joy you hadn’t felt in months.

But the moment the words left your lips. Something in his expression hardened.

“Get rid of it.”

Your heart felt as though it was being sqeezed. Just like that, with two words. Cold. Final and cruel words, your world shattered.

Your heart broke so violently you could barely breathe. And in that moment… everything became clear.

He never married you for love. You were nothing more than a bridge… a way to pull your family’s name and influence into his world.

Fury burned inside you. But when your hand rested against your stomach… You chose to endure. For the life growing inside you. For something that was yours.

Until fate decided to take even that away from you. It happened on an ordinary day. You were on your way home from the doctor… your mind filled with quiet thoughts… fragile hopes… And then—

Darkness. The impact was sudden. violent. Unforgiving. At the hospital, they tried calling him.

Again and again. Each time… the call was rejected. Ignored. Dismissed.

Until eventually… it went to voicemail. When he finally listened to it… something cold settled deep in his chest.

A feeling he couldn’t explain. Unease. Dread. For the first time… something felt wrong. He rushed to the hospital. But when he arrived— It was already too late.

You lay on the bed… pale… fragile… your eyes dimmed in a way he had never seen before.

The doctor’s voice cut through the silence. “I’m sorry, sir… we couldn’t save the child.”

The words hit him like a blow. His face drained of color. For a moment… he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think or breathe.

Slowly… his gaze shifted to you. And what he saw— Made something inside him twist. Because the girl who once looked at him with love… Was gone.

In her place was someone empty. Cold. Broken beyond repair. Your eyes met his. Filled not with tears. But with disdain and regret.

“I…” his voice faltered. “I’m sorry…” The words felt hollow the moment they left him. Meaningless.

"Too late," you muttered as tears slipped down your face. And then... You laughed. A quiet, broken sound that didn’t belong in a hospital room. Didn’t belong to you.

He flinched. Because that laugh carried something far worse than anger. It carried the sound of someone who had nothing left to lose.

For the first time since he had known you— He realized… He might have destroyed something he could never get back.