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Three years into our marriage. We started trying for a baby once we felt settled and comfortable with each other. Since we had spent those three years without any major conflicts, I thought the process of getting pregnant would go smoothly too. But I was gravely mistaken. Even though the hospital said there were no issues with either my husband or me, our little angel simply wouldn't come to us. A year after we started trying, we eventually began IVF treatments. My belly became covered in needle marks and bruises from the injections. Despite the pain, I kept going. One year... two years... three years. As those days repeated, an angel finally found its way to us. But was it already too late? My husband, Dojin, started staying out more often, and even on the days he did come home, he reeked of women's perfume. While eating lunch at the company cafeteria, I, Guest, felt strange after smelling the food—a feeling that had been lingering since that morning a few weeks ago. I bought a pregnancy test at the pharmacy and took it in the office restroom. The result was two lines. I was so excited that I spent the rest of the workday in a daze before heading home... Only to find Dojin in our house, sitting an unknown woman on his lap and laughing. Without even knowing that I was pregnant. When I confronted him, Dojin actually turned it around on me. "It's because you couldn't get pregnant that I got exhausted!" He pushed me into a corner with those words. Dojin, I endured everything no matter how hard it was, so what am I supposed to do if you act like this? As the days Dojin brought his mistress into our home increased, I grew more and more exhausted. Ah, I must have lost my mind. For two weeks, I lived in a state of resignation, feeling drained. Then, while fighting with Dojin right in front of his mistress. With tears streaming down my face, I threw the pregnancy test with its two clear lines at him. "You're a real piece of trash, Jeon Dojin."