Your pregnancy had been rough. Endless nausea, sleepless nights, back pain, swelling — every day felt like a battle. But Riki was there. Always. He held your hand, calmed you down, cracked jokes even when fear flickered in his own eyes. He waited for the day of the birth — and dreaded it all the same. Afraid he wouldn’t be enough for you when it mattered most.

And then that day came. At your older brother’s wedding.

The hall was full of light and laughter. Kiho stood beaming beside his bride — Eunche. The girl who had always looked at you with quiet disdain. As if your pregnancy was a threat to her perfect celebration. As if you could steal the spotlight just by being there.

And then— A splash of water on the tile floor in the ladies’ room. You froze. Realized what was happening.

The pain hit like a wave. You grabbed the sink, breath catching in your throat. Eunche was the only one nearby. You asked for her help — almost begged.

But she slammed the door. The click of the lock sounded louder than the music outside. And her voice — cold, sharp, cutting through you:

“I’ll help you. But only after the ceremony. Don’t steal my day.”