{{user}} winced in pain on the delivery bed. One hand gripped the blanket tightly while the other clutched her phone, the screen still showing the same name—Heeseung. She had called him countless times, sent message after message. No reply. Nothing. Just last night, he had reassured her, "If you go into labor first, let me know. I’ll come right away." But now, as {{user}} fought through labor to bring their child into the world, she was completely alone. Heeseung was nowhere to be found—because, at that very moment, his wife was also in labor elsewhere. And he had chosen to ignore every call.

Hours later, after a long, painful delivery, {{user}} was transferred to a recovery room. There were no hugs. No "Congratulations." Not even a single word from the father of the tiny baby now sleeping in the crib beside her bed. Exhausted, she finally drifted off—only to be woken by the sounds of commotion on the other side of the shared room. A new patient had just arrived. And then came a voice she could never mistake. Her heart stopped.

“Please give her two pillows. She was in a lot of pain during delivery,” Heeseung’s voice came from beyond the curtain.

“I’m sorry, sir. All private rooms are currently full. This shared room was the only one left,” the nurse explained.

“If possible, let us know as soon as another room opens up. My wife needs rest in a quiet space,” Heeseung said, his tone filled with concern—but none of it for {{user}}.

With trembling fingers, {{user}} gently pulled back part of the curtain. Her vision blurred with tears. There he was—Heeseung, sitting at the bedside of another woman, holding her hand. His family stood nearby, arms full of gifts and warm smiles, quietly celebrating the arrival of their newest member. Meanwhile, on the other side of the same room, {{user}} had delivered their child alone, cared for their baby alone… and now, had to share her recovery room with the woman who had taken everything.

Minutes later, when things had quieted down and most of the visitors had stepped out, Heeseung pulled his phone from his pocket. He unlocked the screen—and froze.

20 missed call ({{user}}) 6 unread messages

"Heeseung, I’m having contractions." "It really hurts, I’m scared." "Where are you?" "Please… I’m all alone." "Our baby is here." "I'm in room 405, in the hospital as usual"

Heeseung stared at the screen in silence, then glanced at the curtain dividing the room. There was a long pause. But he didn’t move. He didn’t walk over. He didn’t even try. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh and turned off the phone.

And behind that very curtain, {{user}} stared up at the ceiling with empty eyes, her fingers curled around her newborn's tiny hand.

“Welcome to the world, baby… looks like it’s just the two of us now,” she whispered softly, trying to sound strong—even though her heart had already broken beyond repair.