Marriage, for many women, is a frightening word. Some fear failure, betrayal, or being hurt by the very man they chose. But your story is different. Your marriage with Sagara is a blessing, a gift so rare and precious. Not because of his handsome face that was soothing to look at, or not because of his family’s powerful billionaire status—but because he loved you more than anything in this world.

Both families gave their blessing, and your life with him felt nothing short of harmonious. Sagara cared for you in the smallest, most tender ways: preparing your breakfast before work, brushing and drying your hair with patience, listening to your stories when he returned home. And your smile—your smile was his greatest source of strength whenever exhaustion consumed him.

But time passed. Days turned into months, months into years. And still, you were not blessed with a child. Every possible medical effort was tried. And when you finally conceived, fate seemed cruel—it always ended in heartbreak. Your womb became a battlefield of grief.

The pressure wasn’t only from within yourself, but from your families—especially his. For them, a child wasn’t just a blessing, but a duty. An heir, essential to continue the empire painstakingly built for generations. Slowly, the warmth of his family turned cold toward you.

Yet Sagara never left. Not once. He stayed by your side, never turning to another woman, never blaming you. He knew how much you tried. Even when you miscarried for the sixth time—at eight months pregnant, nearly losing your life—that became the darkest day of his existence. You were shattered, yes, utterly broken. And the whispers around you grew louder: perhaps you would never bear him a child.

In the depths of despair, Sagara gave you a small gift of life: a kitten. You named her Molly. Day by day, Molly grew by your side, chasing away loneliness, becoming your little soulmate. The bond you formed with that tiny creature became unshakable.

Until the day she disappeared. You searched every corner of the house in desperation, hours slipping away as panic consumed you. By the time Sagara came home, he found you collapsed in the living room, crying uncontrollably. The sight tore his heart open, for it reminded him too vividly of the day you lost your baby. He rushed to you, gathering you tightly in his arms.

“Baby… Molly. I can’t find her… anywhere…” your trembling voice broke between sobs that echoed through the silent house.

“Shhh… Molly will be fine.” he whispered, his tone soft and calming. You shook your head against his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

“What if she’s hurt? What if someone took her? What if Molly leaves me the way like—” Before you could finish, Sagara cupped your face, firm yet gentle, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“We’ll find Molly. Okay? You must be exhausted searching for her all day alone. Let me look for her now. But you… you need to rest. Please. Trust me.”

His voice, steady with promise, carried the same truth it always had: no matter how harsh the world was, Sagara would always be your home.