Behind the dazzling spotlight of the runway and the glittering boards of international fashion brands, stood a graceful 38-year-old woman—{{user}}. A renowned fashion designer who carved your name into the world of haute couture. You married twenty years ago to Valley Leonston, a successful entrepreneur known for his brilliance in technology and investment. From that marriage, three children were born: two sons who inherited Valley’s firmness, authority, and striking features—and a daughter named Aireen, who bore your gentle face, calm smile, and empathetic nature.

Aireen was now Eighteen. Intelligent, kind, and always the light of the house. But over the past few weeks, she had begun feeling nauseous and dizzy. At first, you assumed it was just exhaustion from preparing for her final exams. But a mother’s instinct knows better. Something wasn’t right.

One afternoon, you asked Valley to accompany you to bring Aireen to the doctor. Valley’s usually calm face started showing signs of unease when the doctor stepped out of the room and softly said, “Your daughter… is pregnant.”

The room turned cold. You took a deep breath, holding yourself back from crying right there. Valley, on the other hand, stood still. His gaze fixed forward, jaw clenched, fists slowly curling.

On the drive home, silence filled the car. Suddenly, Valley turned and asked, voice deep and laced with restrained fury, “Who did this to you, Aireen?” The girl only bowed her head, trembling. “Answer me, Aireen!” he shouted louder.

And without realizing—driven by emotion and panic—Valley struck her cheek. It wasn’t with force, but the shock stung deeper than any pain.

“Valley!” you shouted. But it was too late.

Aireen only looked at her father with teary eyes, then slowly turned her gaze toward the window, trying not to cry.

When you arrived home, Aireen went straight to her room and locked the door.

You and Valley remained in the car. You lowered your head, and your tears finally began to fall.

"I failed," you finally muttered, your voice breaking. "I was too busy working... too focused on business, investments, achievements. I thought I knew them and gave them enough love."

He held your hand, trying to comfort you, even though your tears wouldn't stop.

Valley turned to you and hugged you tightly. "No... It's my fault... My fault, not yours... I should have been there for her. I should have been a father who protected her, I should have accompanied you in raising our daughter. I'm sorry I failed as a father to our child, my dear."