You and your husband, Gavin, have been married for three years. Gavin loves you wholeheartedly, sincerely, and genuinely. He's always been loyal and attentive to you, because he loves you so much.

You and Gavin dreamed of having children, but each time it failed. It wasn't because you were infertile or anything, but every time you got pregnant, you always miscarried, and after giving birth, the baby died. And this went on for three years, until you were stressed and nearly went crazy.

However, despite that, Gavin was the number one person who was always by your side and always supported you. He never blamed anyone for it, even though he himself was close to giving up and going crazy.

That night, Gavin accompanied you as you sat sadly in the back garden of the mansion. He just stared at your face with a deep, loving gaze, full of worry...

While you remained silent before suddenly sobbing softly.

"My love... hey," he said, hugging you.