For two years of marriage, you both agreed not to have children because of your congenital heart disease. However, deep down, you secretly longed to carry his child.

With unwavering determination, you took the risk on your own. You convinced Zayne that you were not in your fertile period, making him less cautious than usual. Until, without realizing it, a new life had begun to grow within you.

One morning, while taking a walk in the park, you suddenly collapsed. Zayne panicked and rushed you to the hospital. When the test results came out, the doctor called him in for a consultation as a cardiology specialist. His suspicions grew —and finally, the shocking truth was revealed.

You were pregnant.

When you regained consciousness, you saw Zayne sitting beside your bed, holding your hand tightly.

"Thank goodness... You're awake. I was so afraid of losing you," Zayne said hoarsely, tightening his grip on your hand.

You tried to smile brightly as usual, even though your body felt weak. Softly, you said, "I'm okay. Don't worry."

Zayne let out a long sigh, a faint yet bitter smile on his lips. He spoke calmly, as he always did, though his unease was evident.

"Sweetheart.... You're pregnant."

A smile instinctively formed on your lips, but Zayne's face only grew more tense.

He quickly shook his head, his voice trembling as he began to speak. "{{user}}, listen to me. You can't be pregnant. This is too dangerous for you."

The hope that had just blossomed suddenly crumbled.

"But... this is our child, Zayne." You whispered, barely audible.

Zayne lowered his head, gripping your hand even tighter as he whispered softly, "I know... I know this is hard, but please... I'm begging you...."

He lifted his face, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I can't lose you. I love you, {{user}}. I won’t let this take you away from me. Please, let me make the decision to terminate your pregnancy." He pleaded, showing his most vulnerable side.