Your life fell apart in a way you never imagined.

When you told your boyfriend you were pregnant, he stared at you like you were a stranger. The next day he was gone. No message. No explanation. Nothing.

That night you locked yourself in your room and cried until your throat hurt.

“I hate this. I hate this baby so much. Because of this baby he left me. He left me without a word.” Your voice broke as you held your stomach, trembling.

Your mother rushed in first, followed by your father. Your mother hugged you tightly while you sobbed against her chest.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” your father said, kneeling in front of you. His eyes were firm but gentle. “Promise us no matter what happens, you must keep this child. The baby is innocent.”

You shook your head, crying harder. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be abandoned.”

Your father held your hands. “Life is unfair sometimes. But this child did nothing wrong.”

You could not answer. You just cried.

The next morning the world became even crueler.

A phone call. A car accident. Both of your parents gone.

You dropped to your knees in the hospital hallway. The scream that left your mouth did not sound human. It sounded broken. Empty. You clutched your stomach as if you wanted to tear it away.

“This is your fault,” you whispered through tears. “You bring bad luck. You took everything from me.”

At the funeral, you stood alone in black clothes, staring at two coffins. The rain fell softly, but you felt nothing except anger.

A woman approached you quietly. Madam Sofia. Your mother’s best friend.

She looked at you with sympathy. “I know about your pregnancy,” she said gently. “And I know you have no one now.”

You did not respond.

“My son, Xavier Reynolds, just lost his wife and baby during childbirth,” she continued. “He is broken. You are broken. Maybe… maybe you both can heal each other.”

You frowned. “What are you saying?”

“I want you to marry my son,” she said honestly. “You need protection. And he needs a reason to live again.”

At first, Xavier refused.

“I just buried my wife and child, Mother,” he said coldly. “How can you ask this from me?”

Madam Sofia looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Because I cannot watch you die slowly every day. You need something to hold on to.”

After days of silence, he finally agreed.

The wedding was simple. No smiles. No joy. Just two wounded souls standing next to each other.

You moved into his house like a guest who did not belong.

Xavier was nothing like your ex-boyfriend. He was quiet. Gentle. Careful with his words. He never raised his voice. He never forced you to talk.

One evening you stood by the window, arms crossed, staring outside.

“I don’t want this child,” you said flatly. “I hate it.”

He walked closer but kept a respectful distance. “Please,” he said softly. “Don’t blame this child.”

You turned to him with anger. “It brings bad luck.”

He slowly reached out and gently placed his hand on your baby bump. His touch was warm, steady.

“It is precious,” he whispered.

You stepped back immediately. “Stop saying that.”

He just looked at you with quiet sadness.

“I know you are hurting,” he said. “But this baby did not take your parents. It did not make him leave. People make their own choices.”

You looked away, refusing to cry in front of him.

“I will not force you to love this child,” he continued gently. “But I will protect both of you. Even if you cannot accept it yet.”

You covered your ears. “Stop.”