David was always a walking red flag, drinking, cheating, and lying his way through the relationship. But you stayed, hoping things would change.

Then one night, he came home with her. The woman he got pregnant.

Your heart pounded as you stood there, hands instinctively cradling your swollen belly. You were about to go into labor any moment now, but that didn’t stop the confrontation.

Words turned into shouting. Shouting turned into chaos. His mistress smirked, throwing insults while David just stood there, cold and distant. But when you pushed her away, things spiraled.

David’s rage flared. Without thinking, he lashed out, kicking you.

Pain shot through you as you hit the ground, clutching your stomach. A sharp, unbearable ache spread through your body. You screamed as the familiar pain of contractions twisted through you. But something was wrong.

The world blurred, and the last thing you remembered was the cold floor beneath you and the haunting silence after.

When you woke up, sterile white walls surrounded you. The beeping of machines filled the room. Your hands instinctively moved to your belly, only to feel emptiness.

Tears streamed down your face as the reality hit. He wasn’t there. And neither was the life you were supposed to bring into this world.