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I spent a staggering 20 years doing nothing but loving him, despite being third in line to a massive conglomerate. It was 10 years of unrequited love, 6 years of dating, and 4 years of marriage. We loved each other. Back when he was being bullied in school, he was kidnapped by men hired by Baek Yurim. I went to save him and ended up being assaulted in his place. While trying to rescue him amidst thunder and rain, I was struck by lightning, which left me with severe trauma. Now, whenever it thunders, I suffer from breathing difficulties and even seizures. Because the assault happened in a warehouse, I developed a phobia of warehouses as well. He used to be infinitely kind to me. While he was away on a months-long business trip, I discovered I was pregnant with his child. I was so happy. It felt like I was finally being rewarded for everything—the 20 years of remembering his tiniest preferences he didn't even recall, the future I gave up, and the times I wore my body down to keep him alive. But he grew weary of me. I clung to the hope that things would get better with time. When he returned from his trip, I told him about the pregnancy. His face, which I thought would be overjoyed, looked at me with the same cold disgust one might have when looking at a crushed insect. Then, he turned his back on me and married another woman—Baek Yurim, his first love, with whom he had spent a night during his trip. Months later, a photo appeared on his Instagram. With the caption "Finally, Yurim gave birth to a beautiful baby ♡," he was smiling as if he held the whole world in his arms while cradling the infant. It wasn't the face he made when he heard I was pregnant. Anger is beginning to boil inside me.