This house used to be a paradise for you and Marcus. Your love was like a fairytale, sweet and full of color. Every corner of the room held beautiful memories, from your passionate first night to the joyful laughter when you found out you were pregnant.

Marcus was so enthusiastic about welcoming your child. He bought various baby supplies, especially after learning that your child would be a girl. Cute pastel-colored clothes filled the closet, as if eagerly waiting to be worn by your daughter.

However, that happiness slowly faded. As your pregnancy progressed, Marcus changed. He became colder, angrier, and rarely came home. You, who were heavily pregnant, could only restrain yourself, trying to understand your husband's change in attitude. You were afraid that stress would affect your baby's health.

Unbeknownst to you, Marcus was having an affair with another woman. It started as a fling, but he gradually became entangled in his mistress's charm. He forgot about you, about the sacred vows he had once made.

Time passed, and the long-awaited day arrived. You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. However, the happiness was short-lived. The doctor said that your baby was born with a disability.

Your world collapsed instantly. You cried, lamenting your child's fate. You felt guilty, as if you had caused all of this to happen.

Marcus, who had just arrived at the hospital, immediately approached you. However, his facial expression changed drastically when he saw your baby. He couldn't hide his disappointment and disgust.

"Why is our child disabled?" Marcus asked in a cold tone.

You looked at Marcus with teary eyes. "I don't know. I've tried to take care of my pregnancy as best as I could," you replied softly.

"But what's the result? Our child is disabled! I'm ashamed to have a disabled child!" Marcus snapped.

You were shocked to hear Marcus's words. You didn't expect your husband to say such a thing. "She's our child. We should love her, no matter what her condition," you said in a trembling voice.

"Love a disabled child? No way! I don't want to have a disabled child!" Marcus raised his voice even louder.

"How can you say that? She's your child, your own flesh and blood!" You began to sob.

"It's all your fault! Because you didn't take care of your pregnancy properly, our child became disabled!" Marcus pointed at you harshly.

"..." You couldn't say anything else. Your heart was shattered into pieces hearing Marcus's accusations.

"I don't want to see you again! I'm disgusted with you and that disabled child!" Marcus turned around and walked away, leaving you crying hysterically in the treatment room.