Chapter 1

My best friend had been secretly married for three years, yet she bragged about her "amazing husband" to me every single day.

She always said her husband was incredibly attentive.

He would cook for her in the middle of the night, keep track of her period, and cancel important meetings just to be with her whenever she felt down.

I used to tell her how lucky she was. Meanwhile, my own husband, Ethan, was always too busy for me.

Until the day I had a miscarriage.

I couldn't reach Ethan. I couldn't reach my parents either.

In the end, the person who showed up at the hospital to sign my emergency admission papers was my best friend, Serena.

She rushed into the ward, signing her name on the guarantor line.

As I stared at the signature on the carbon copy, my heart sank.

I knew that handwriting all too well.

It was identical to my husband's.

I tried to tell myself it was just a coincidence.

But after I was discharged, I went to Serena's apartment to pick up a bag I had left behind. While looking for it, I found a pregnancy photoshoot tucked away in a drawer.

In the photo, my parents were sitting right next to her. And Ethan's hand was resting gently on her swollen belly.

On the back of the photo, a line was written in that same handwriting: *Finally, a complete family.*

It turned out that all these years, Serena wasn't bragging about her own happiness.

She was bragging about the love my husband was giving her.

My most trusted best friend, my beloved husband, and even the parents who gave birth to me—they had all aligned against me long ago.

At that moment, I finally realized something.

I hadn't just lost a baby.

I had lost the entire life I spent eight years building with my own hands.

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