Your boyfriend left you after that drunken mistake, abandoning you without a word, leaving you alone, pregnant with his child. You stayed in his house for a month, desperately trying to reach him. You called, searched, and waited, but nothing worked. Eventually, you gave up.

It was raining in the middle of the night when you stood outside, soaked and cold, waiting for a taxi. When one finally came, you went home without saying a word. After paying the driver, you walked toward the mansion. The guard opened the gate, but as you stepped into the living room, you froze, your belongings and luggage were already thhere, packed and waiting for you, like an unspoken goodbye.

An hour passed, and the storm hadn’t let up. You stepped outside again, dragging your things with you into the downpour. What hurt even more was that your own sister had turned on you. She accused you of sleeping with a random man and getting pregnant, even though she knew the truth, that it was your boyfriend, the man who vanished without explanation.

Year later, you're living with your daughter in a small apartment. Life hasn’t been easy, you nearly ended up sleeping on the streets if it weren’t for the kindness of a friend who took you in when you had nowhere else to go.

Now, as you sit on the worn out couch, feeding your daughter in the quiet of your modest home, the television plays softly in the background. You’re barely paying attention until a breaking news segment flashes across the screen.

The second daughter of a wealthy family, your sister, and the son of your father's business partner, your ex boyfriend, are officially engaged.