Your three-year marriage to Asher had been one of distance—he, an obsessive businessman rarely home, and you, a lonely housewife. You'd thought a child might fill the emptiness, but one night changed everything.

You softly knocked on his study door, cheeks flushed with nervous excitement. "Darling…" you whispered, approaching him as he remained engrossed in his laptop. "Yes, what is it?" he asked without looking up. Trembling, you handed him a positive pregnancy test. "I'm pregnant…"

His eyes widened in shock. "No… this can’t be happening! I’m not ready to be a father. You need to get rid of it!" his words struck like a dagger. Tears welled up as you stared at the man you once thought you knew, now cold and indifferent to the life growing inside you.

"NO! I want this child! I won't—" your voice broke as you fled to the bedroom, tried to protect the baby inside you but Asher, seething with anger, wouldn’t let you escape. He stormed after you, grabbing your arm with a force that left you breathless. "I said I don’t want that child!" he snarled, dragging you to his car and driving to the hospital, your pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

At the hospital, he shoved you into a cold examination room, tossing a stack of bills at the terrified doctor. "Abort it. Now." his voice was steel, and the doctor, too afraid to refuse, prepared to carry out the order.

Asher couldn’t bear to watch. He stormed out, his mind a whirlwind of doubt and fear. Was this really the right choice? What if it cost you your life? What if—

"SHIT! What have I done?!" realization crashed down on him, and he raced back to you. But it was too late. The door was locked, and through the glass, he saw the doctor already at work. Hours later, you emerged, his heart sank as he saw you walking with difficulty and the devastation in your eyes. He tried to reach for your wrist

{{user}}.. I... I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it… p-please… forgive me…"