When a hurricane comes, my husband, the leader of a rescue team, takes away everything we've stored at home so he can save his true love. I plead, "Leave some for me. I'm pregnant."

He shakes me off. "How can you be so evil? The windows at Lottie's home have already been blown away. Don't tell me you're going to sit by and watch her die! She's not like you—you're not afraid of everything. The hurricane will be over soon, so you won't need any of this stuff."

After that, he leaves without another look back. What he doesn't know is that there's also a crack in our home's windows.

Calvin Keane took all the supplies from the house, leaving me not even a pack of instant noodles.

I felt a wave of sorrow wash over me, and tears began to fall against my will.

But I didn't have time to be sad—I wanted to live.

The floor-to-ceiling window in the living room had already sustained a large crack. Although I had covered it with tape, there was no preventing it from shattering.

I instantly pushed the couch and table against it, hoping it would hold for a while.

After all that, I felt so utterly drained. Without trying to fight it, I slid down against the table in exhaustion.

Although I was extremely tired, memories from the past kept flashing through my mind.

The news had been warning for a while now that these few days would see a hurricane.

Just a few days ago, I found out I was pregnant with a home test. I hadn't even set aside the time to celebrate before the extreme weather arrived.

I had stocked up on essentials from the supermarket. Yet, they were ultimately taken away for someone else.

Earlier that day, Calvin had received a call from his unattainable love Charlotte Larson.

"Calvin, my window has been blown away. The wind is so strong! I'm terrified. Can you come and save me? There's nothing here—am I going to die? Ah!"

A scream cut through the line, followed by silence.

Calvin flew into a panic. Frantically, he called out her name, over and over again.

Then, he swiftly grabbed a bag, stuffing in all the supplies I'd bought. He didn't even spare me the tape I got to seal the windows.

"Lottie's in trouble. I have to go and save her."

I grabbed his sleeve. "There's a hurricane raging outside. No public transport will be available right now. Are you planning to walk over? Also, you've taken everything—what about me?"

I was only saying these out of concern for his safety. Yet, Calvin only viewed me as a selfish, self-centered woman.

"Heather Shea, how could you be so selfish? Lottie's life is at stake! If I have to walk over, I'm walking over! It's safe enough in this house, and I'm only taking some of your supplies. You're always so petty. This is why you'll never compare to Lottie."

With that, he shoved me aside and picked up his bags, ready to leave.

I caught hold of his pant leg. "At least leave me something. I'm pregnant. Are you really going to just watch me die?"

I thought the words would knock at least the slightest sense into him, but he only sneered. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low just to keep me here. I'm not listening to you this time. I have to save Lottie. You owe it to her."

Calvin booted me aside and left with all the supplies.

The moment he left, the large window in the living room cracked with a loud snap.

Instinctively, I tried to run into the bedroom, only to find that Calvin had locked the door.

A few days before that, I was tidying up in the closet when an old, shabby box fell out. Its contents spewed out across the floor.

Calvin never liked it when people touched his belongings. I swiftly crouched down to gather everything up and put it back.

Unfortunately, Calvin walked in right that moment.

His eyes landed on the things in my hands, and utter disgust began spilling from them. He then proceeded to snatch the items from me.

I was about to explain, but he grabbed my hand forcefully and threw me out of the room. "Get out! Who said you could touch my stuff?"

For the next few days, Calvin locked me out of the bedroom. I had to resort to sleeping on the couch.

I stood up and desperately tried to break open the bedroom door. However, it was to no avail.

A sharp pain in my abdomen was what ultimately brought me back to my senses. When I looked down, my pale blue nightgown was stained with fresh blood.

The baby!

I clutched my stomach and immediately dialed the emergency services.

"Ma'am, the hurricane is too strong at the moment. We aren't able to dispatch an ambulance. We'll do our best. Please hold on for us."

A pang of despair washed over me.

If the ambulance couldn't get here, I'd just have to bring myself there.

I quickly gave Calvin a call. It took me eight tries before he picked up.

"Calvin, can you take me to the hospital? My stomach..."

Before I could finish, he cut me short, "Really? Are you still putting up an act at a time like this? I am a rescue team leader. What's wrong with me saving someone? Must you keep finding things to bother me with while I'm at work?"

He continued coldly, "Don't forget that I chose you back then. It's Lottie's turn now."

From the other end of the line, a delicate, sweet voice sounded. "Cal, you're finally here."

I wanted to plead with him further, but the call ended before I could say another word.

He was being so self-righteous, all in the name of "work".

Calvin and I had known each other since we were kids. Charlotte was a dance student he met in high school.

I watched as they grew closer. They were practically a couple.

When we graduated from high school, Calvin invited us both to go on a countryside trip.

On the road, we got into an accident.

Without thinking, I shielded Calvin, taking the impact for him.

Amid the chaos, our car flipped, and everyone passed out—except for Calvin.

He kicked open the windshield and freed himself. The first thing he did was pull me out of the wreck.

Because of the delay, Charlotte sustained a crush injury to her trapped leg. She then went abroad for treatment and lost all contact with Calvin.

Thanks to my act of saving grace coupled with Charlotte's departure, Calvin eventually accepted me.

Considering our many years of friendship, I thought that if I treated him well enough, he would come to feel the same for me.

In the beginning of our relationship, it did seem to feel that way.

But then, Charlotte returned to the country, and Calvin started staying out later and later.

On his mother's birthday, I went over early and cooked a whole spread.

At the dinner table, he received a call out of the blue.

"Yup, okay. I'll be right there. Wait for me."

After he hung up, he turned to us and said, "There's a bit of an emergency at the rescue team. I need to head off to handle it."

I was sitting right next to him, so it was no secret to me that it was a woman he was speaking to.

I didn't want to embarrass him on such an occasion, so I only suggested gently, "We're all here eating as a family. Can't it wait until after dinner?"

That one comment made him blow his top.

Right in front of his family, he glared at me and snapped, "This is work. Can you stop obsessing over nonsense day in and day out? Without my income, you'll be live on air!"

He slammed his utensils down and left.

His parents tried to comfort me and told me not to take it to heart. Nevertheless, there was no denying that he utterly ruined the atmosphere.

Later on, I stumbled across a suggested video on my social media account.

In the footage, Calvin was crouched with his back against the camera, working on repairing a washing machine.

A woman's soft voice asked, "Is it done yet?"

Calvin looked toward the camera with such tenderness—one that was foreign to me.

"Almost. It's nearly finished."

At that moment, I knew that Charlotte had returned and that Calvin's heart had flown to her.

When he came home that night, I showed him the video, hoping he'd offer an explanation.

"Are you crazy? Why are you stalking other people's accounts? Are you a rat in the sewers?"

He swiped my phone from me and smashed it hard against the floor. "I married you, yet you don't have the slightest sliver of trust in me. I've really misjudged you, haven't I?"

His gaslighting made me start to question if the problem truly lay with me.

A deafening crash erupted as a section of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered into smithereens. The fierce hurricane tore inside and swept the furniture off the floor.

All of a sudden, I thought of the number of the rescue team and dialed it.

The line didn't take long to connect. "Weren't there supposed to be more staff on duty today? Where's everyone?

"What? Captain Keane took all of them with him?"

Hearing the voice on the other end sank my heart. Was my baby doomed today, with zero chance of survival?

"Ma'am, you must hold on. We'll do everything we can to get to you as soon as possible."

Despite his assurance, I knew they wouldn't make it.

Behind me, another sharp crack announced the downfall of another glass panel.

The hurricane lifted me like a scrap of paper, yanking me out of the window.

The world instantly spun around me.

A few seconds later, my body hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Blood splattered all over, and brain matter pooled around me.

Sigh, how tragic.

My spirit hovered over my broken body, staring unblinkingly.

Inexplicably, I was then drawn toward Calvin.

At the present moment, he was by Charlotte's side.

When she'd called earlier and wailed about her blown-open window, it was—in reality—only a small bathroom window.

Calvin had brought couch cushions to plug the gap, then taped over all the windows securely for her—with the tape he'd taken from our home.

The moment he turned around, Charlotte threw herself into his arms.

"Thank goodness you're here," she sobbed softly.

Calvin hesitated for a couple of seconds before he hugged her back.

The two of them shared an embrace in the howling storm.

Quite romantic, if I must say.

It was a shame that the lead actor was my husband.

"As long as you need me, I'll always be here," he vowed solemnly.

In response, Charlotte pushed him away. "No, you have Heather now. You're not exclusively mine anymore."

She took a few steps backward. "She's given you so many calls already. You should go back. She needs you."

At that moment, Calvin seemed to snap out of a dream. A concoction of conflict and reluctance was evident on his face.

"She's just overly sensitive. I've already reinforced the house. You're the one who really needs me."

With her back against him, Charlotte hid a small grin. But when she turned back, tears were welling up in her eyes.

As they shared an affectionate gaze, a knock sounded on Charlotte's door.

Calvin had no choice but to answer it. It was his teammates, equipped with various tools. "Captain, we're here."

Considering that their arrival broke the romantic atmosphere, Calvin wasn't very pleased. Annoyance thick in tone, he questioned, "Why did it take you so long? I've already taken care of everything."

One of them peered inside and remarked, "If you've got it all handled, why did you summon everyone here? What about other people in the city who need our help?"

Hearing this from a subordinate naturally irked Calvin.

"Shut up! I'm the captain. I decide where the manpower goes!"

The teammate didn't dare argue. He only muttered under his breath, "We received a call from Greenfield Grove earlier. Someone was swept away by the hurricane and fell to their death."

Greenfield Grove—our home.

At this, Calvin froze for a moment. However, it didn't take him long to regain composure.

"Our purpose is to save lives. What's the point in attending if they're already dead?"

His callousness shocked everyone around him, including me.

Calvin never used to be like this. He was brave, had a compassionate heart, and went out of his way to help others. But perhaps all humans were inherently selfish, only to reveal their true nature when faced with personal loss.

"Cal, I think you should go check anyway. People's lives are at stake—what if there are others waiting for your help?" suggested Charlotte.

She continued, "My place is safe now. Let me come with you guys. Maybe I can help out."

Calvin furrowed his brows. "It's dangerous out there. You stay here."

"I refuse. I kept you from helping others. I must come with you, or else I'd feel guilty forever."

And so, they all set off with Charlotte in tow.

Blocked by fallen trees in some areas, they had to take a detour. This doubled the time it took for them to reach the apartment.

At some point, an occupant on the first floor discovered my body and called the police.

By the time they arrived, the area was already cordoned off.

Despite the hurricane, a crowd of curious residents had come out to witness the scene in their raincoats and boots.

When Calvin and his team arrived, they were held up a good few yards away.

"I overheard the police say it's suspected to be from around the 17th to 20th floor. They're still investigating the exact apartment with the blown-out window. The person was literally swept right out."

"How unfortunate. Her brains and intestines have all spilled out everywhere."

Surrounded by the chatter, Calvin unconsciously clenched his fist.

Was he worrying about me?

"Calvin, how come you've just only arrived? Heather called the station earlier for help," said his supervisor as he approached.

In response, Calvin's lips hooked into a faint, mocking smile. "Do you really believe her? She called me too, just being her usual dramatic self. There's no need to take her seriously."

His teammates urged him, "Still, you should check on her. This is a life-or-death matter. You shouldn't just brush it off."

Calvin sighed, visibly growing impatient. "Fine, I'll give her a call to confirm."

He stepped aside and pulled out his phone to dial my number.