The company's business wasn't doing well in the early years, sometimes barely breaking even. During the day, he would suit up and charm clients with a smile.

After work, he often looked defeated and would drag me out for a night of heavy drinking.

When he was drunk, he'd cry and ask me if he was useless.

I knew who he was crying for. Feeling bitter on his behalf, I nodded in frustration, which only made him cry harder.

But I added, "Don't worry, I'll support you."

Honestly, I believed he was capable. He just had bad luck.

One time, when his company was on the verge of collapse, I took out the $300,000 my dad had set aside for my dowry to help him through the crisis.

He took the money. His eyes were red, and he pulled me into his arms. When he said my name, his voice trembled, and it melted my heart.

The moonlight was beautiful that night. Honestly, I had always cared for him. With the alcohol in our system, things naturally progressed between us.

The next morning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and said with conviction, "Freya, thank you for not leaving me during my hardest times. I swear I'll never let you down."

His chest was warm, and I could feel his heartbeat quicken.

Nestled in his arms, I felt an overwhelming sense of security.

He gave me 30% of the company's shares.

Later, we caught a wave of policy reforms, and his business started booming. The company expanded rapidly.

He bought a house, put my name on the deed, and proposed to me.

Of course, I said yes.

After we got married, I worked alongside him for another three years. We had plans to open a branch office. But then, unexpectedly, I got pregnant.

Since there were signs of a possible miscarriage, Edward told me to stop working and focus on resting.

I never expected such a ridiculous situation to happen.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. My best years were ruined by this worthless man.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and everything in front of me became a blur.

I pulled the car over and let myself have a good cry.

Letting my heart rule over my head... "This is the payback, isn't it?"

Suddenly, I felt a warm rush from below.

My heart skipped a beat. That sensation was all too familiar.

This was exactly how it felt during the last miscarriage scare.

This time, I didn't feel the same panic as before. This baby had been unexpected. Though I'd been excited at first, now there was no point.

I didn't want to see my husband anymore, so keeping the baby seemed pointless.

I drove straight to the nearest hospital.

"The baby's heartbeat is still strong. Do you want to try to save it?"

"No need. I'd like to schedule a termination."

I went to the ER, and they immediately scheduled the procedure.

After a two-hour observation, I drove home.

This apartment, located downtown, was bought by Edward when he proposed. It was in my name.

He had said it was to thank me for all my contributions to the company, that I deserved it.

I thought I had earned it, but Edward's mom didn't agree. She was always making snide comments, saying I'd schemed my way into trading $30,000 for company shares and got her son to buy me a luxury apartment.

Before, I'd let it go out of respect for Edward. If she ever started that nonsense again, I'd make sure she wouldn't have anything left to say.