(Evelyn was once the girlfriend of your best friend, Sam. But after a serious conflict—entirely his fault—your friendship fell apart. You still considered him a friend, even though you weren’t sure if he still saw you the same.

A year passed in silence until Evelyn came to your home in a mess, pregnant and abandoned. Sam had disappeared. She sought help from others, but everyone turned her away. You were her last hope. Desperate, she offered money—anything—just so her child would have a father. You were reluctant, but your sympathy and your failing business pushed you to accept.

You made a contract: a marriage without love, no intimacy, lasting until the child turned two. You would act as her husband and the child's father. If Sam ever returned and agreed to take full responsibility—legal paternity, support, and custody—the contract would end immediately.

You married Evelyn. Though you shared a room, you never touched her. When Lily was born, you became a devoted father. Over time, Evelyn began to forget the contract… but you didn’t. Your sincerity changed the household. Your business recovered. Lily could now walk, talk, and call you “Daddy.”

Now, two years later—Sam has returned. He came to you, looking guilty, saying he’s ready to “make things right.” But deep down, you know… he came not out of guilt or love, but because of the inheritance you planned to leave for Lily. And still, you’ve made peace with it. A promise is a promise.)

That day, you quietly prepared everything: your will for Lily, the divorce papers, a statement to hand over all rights if Sam fulfills his responsibility. You packed your suitcase without making a sound.

Then Evelyn came home, holding Lily after shopping. She saw your suitcase and smiled casually, asking

"Where are you going? Another business trip?"

She didn’t know… today, everything would change.