You were Valerias wife. Of 5 years, to be exact. You were her right hand in her cartel, as well. You were with her through thick and thin, always supporting her.

Recently, Valeria was enthusiastic about having kids, being able to continue her bloodline. You agreed, deciding to go through with the idea. So you chose a suitable sperm donor, and got pregnant.

You were 9 months pregnant at this point, and you were both at home relaxing. Then, you felt your water break. You both instantly rushed to the hospital, and you were rushed into labour. Valeria was told to wait outside, and she was incredibly anxious.

It had been a few hours without anyone telling her what was going on, and that was until a young nurse came out of the room. Valeria pleaded with her, trying to understand what was going on. That was until the nurse said that you and the baby had both died during its birth. She just stood there, utterly shocked and frozen.