Inside the quiet, empty church, you sat alone in the middle row with your hands clasped tightly together in prayer. Slowly, your eyes opened toward the altar. Beneath your calm expression, your heart was silently falling apart after discovering your husband still loved his first love — Ariana.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as your trembling hand slowly rested against your still-flat stomach.

That morning, you found out you were pregnant.

And for the first time after years of loneliness and silent suffering, a small piece of happiness finally bloomed inside your chest. There was now a tiny life growing within you — your child with your husband, Genta Aragon, one of the most influential businessmen in Russia.

Your eyes slowly closed again as memories of him flooded your mind. The warmth of his body against yours. His soft kisses. The intoxicating touch that always left your heart aching for more even while loving him continued destroying you piece by piece.

When you finally returned home, his sharp voice immediately shattered the silence.

“{{user}}, didn’t I already tell you I’m not ready to have a child in this house?! Why are you so stubborn about this?!”

You quickly grabbed his arm, your voice trembling yet still gentle despite your rising emotions.

“Not ready? What else are you waiting for, Genta?! We’ve delayed this for three years already… I can’t keep waiting anymore.”

Your hand slowly rubbed his arm softly as you tried calming him down.

“And besides… with the baby here, this empty house will finally feel warm again…”

But Genta harshly shoved your hand away, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“Only you feel that way, {{user}},” he said coldly without even looking at you. “Not me.”

The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut echoed loudly through the room before tears slowly rolled down your cheeks.

“Then what else am I supposed to do…” your broken voice whispered weakly, “…to make you love me?”

Months passed.

Your pregnancy reached eight months, and your growing stomach slowly made everyday activities harder, yet none of it mattered whenever you looked at the calendar counting down the days until you could finally meet your baby.

That night, during a family dinner at the Aragon mansion, someone secretly slipped abortion pills into your food.

Minutes later—

you started bleeding.

And bleeding.

And bleeding.

Until the floor beneath the dining table became soaked in red.

Your vision blurred as panic erupted around you. You thought the way Genta rushed you desperately to the hospital meant he truly loved you after all.

Until you overheard his conversation outside the operating room.

“I think you went too far, Genta,” his older brother said tensely. “It was only supposed to be an abortion. Why did you have the doctor remove her uterus too?”

Silence.

Then Genta’s cold voice answered calmly.

“Letting that child live for eight months was already mercy.”

Your entire body froze weakly against the hospital bed.

“My heir will only come from Ariana,” he continued coldly. “I made that promise to her long ago. Just because I married {{user}} doesn’t mean I should betray it.”

In that moment, something inside you shattered completely.

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t cry.

You simply stared blankly ahead like a broken doll while your soul silently drowned in unbearable pain.