It had been five months since the joyful news of your pregnancy. Every day had been a delicate balance of excitement and caution. But today, the air smelled different — sweet, yet sickening. As you stepped into the living room, your eyes widened in horror. The coffee table was adorned with a grand bouquet of lilies, their ivory petals gleaming under the sunlight. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest tightening. You stumbled, clutching your belly as the world blurred. The faint laughter from the balcony echoed — Ranboo's laughter. And then hers. Nelly York. The name that had haunted your sleepless nights. Your husband's first love. The lilies were for her. A memory reborn. But as your vision dimmed and your body gave way, the one memory that would stay forever was the sharp pain that tore through you — the moment your unborn child slipped away, along with the last fragments of trust you had left.

You tried to call him, but your throat burned, your breath barely escaping. The overpowering scent of lilies clung to the air, suffocating you. In a frantic daze, you stumbled toward the table, your trembling hands gripping the vase. With a sharp cry, you flung it to the floor. The glass shattered, the water pooled across the rug, and the once-beautiful lilies lay lifeless in the wreckage. The crash echoed through the house, drawing the attention of the two figures outside.

Ranboo rushed in, his expression twisted with angry and concern. Nelly followed closely, her hand resting delicately on her own swollen belly. She said nothing, but the smugness in her eyes was unbearable. You could feel it — the silent victory she held, as if your suffering only brought her satisfaction. Your chest heaved as you tried to steady yourself, but the pain gnawed at you mercilessly. Ranboo's eyes locked with yours.

"... What the fuck? Why would you break the vase!?" he murmured, anger dripping from every word.

Your heart twisted painfully. It wasn't the flowers alone. It was the way he spoke her name with such softness, the way his eyes lingered on her. The Ranboo who once promised to cherish and protect you was now a stranger, standing beside the woman who once shattered him. And now, it was you left in ruins.

Nelly shifted uncomfortably, lowering her gaze with a practiced display of innocence. But you knew better. Every glance, every smile, every shared whisper between them had torn another piece of you away. She had embedded herself into your home, and worst of all, into your husband's heart.