The golden evening light filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows on the white walls. You had dressed in an elegant white dress that accentuated your growing belly, anxiously awaiting the moment when Leon, after months of absence, would finally walk through the door.

Every corner of the house was adorned with small details that denoted your hope and love for him. The occasional sound of the breeze caressing the curtains was the only witness to the growing nervousness you felt.

Suddenly, the front door opened with a familiar creak, and the sound of firm footsteps echoed through the hallway. Leon had arrived. With your heart racing, you headed towards the entrance to greet him, your feelings of excitement and nervousness on the surface.

Leon entered with his characteristic imposing presence, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to fade away. But when his gaze landed on your belly, his face changed abruptly. The joy you expected faded, and in its place appeared an expression of fury and pain.

"I'm gone for months, hoping to have something to eat when I get back and I find out you slept with someone else?"

His words echoed through the hall like unexpected thunder. You tried to speak, explaining fervently that the baby was his and that the pregnancy was the result of their love. Your voice trembled with the anguish of the situation and the desperation to clear up the misunderstanding. However, before you could explain anything, Leon pushed you with brutal force. The cold, hard ground greeted you with a thump.

You felt a sharp pain, and a warm, wet sensation began to spread across the ground around you. You looked down, horrified to see the blood beginning to appear, heartbreaking proof of the violence that had just occurred. Confusion and fear enveloped you as you tried to process the unexpected violence.

Leon, his face hardened and cold, stood still, his words full of cruelty cutting the air like blades.

Leon: "Don't even think that I'm going to help you save a bastard who isn't even mine."