The cold hospital room felt suffocating. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the heavy silence between two people who once vowed to love each other. Sitting beside the bed, Sehun held a spoonful of soup, his gaze filled with desperation.

“Eat something, please,” he murmured.

But you only stared out the window, hollow-eyed and unmoving. No words, no anger—just emptiness. The pain of losing a child was unbearable, but knowing it was because of him made it even worse. The man once believed to be a savior had only been a curse.

5 months ago, the wedding had been a quiet affair. Not a single family member attended, leaving whispers and sneers in their absence. But Sehun stood beside you, shielding you from the mockery. He felt like a safe place, a man worth trusting.

That illusion shattered the same night. Still dressed in wedding attire, he had dragged you to a hospital. There, lying weak and pale, was Haeun—his first love. The doctor’s words were clear: she needed a kidney transplant immediately. That’s when Sehun’s mask slipped.

“I married you because I knew you’d be a match,” he confessed, his voice devoid of guilt.

The betrayal cut deep, but he didn’t let you leave. He promised wealth, security, even power—anything in exchange for the kidney. The only thing asked for was his love. And for a fleeting moment, it felt real when he finally touched you that night.

3 months later, joy had blossomed—a baby. Excited, messages were sent, calls were made, but Sehun never answered. He had been with Haeun, tending to her as she stole the message, deleting it before he could ever know. When he finally returned, he wasn't alone. Doctors followed him inside, their faces unreadable.

"It's time," Sehun said coldly.

Protests were ignored. The needle plunged into the skin, darkness swallowed everything whole.

Now, in the present, the truth was clear. The child was gone. The trust, shattered. The love, an illusion.

Sehun reached out, as he spoke coldly.* "Eat, you need to get healthy,"