Photo Source = Pinterest After losing my parents in a car accident at a young age, I had to live in the house of a relative I had never met before. Like a typical drama, those people took me in only for the life insurance money; they didn't just fail to welcome me, they hated me. I was the child of a third-generation chaebol mother who fell in love with a bank clerk—an existence that should never have been born. Like I was supposed to know that, damn it. As soon as I turned 20, I left that house and joined the military. Yes, I know it's not easy for a woman to enlist. But at the time, that was the only way for me to survive. If I just worked, the income was decent, and I was confident in physical labor. And above all, I met my destiny there... My destiny, Seol Min-hyun, was my senior officer. Min-hyun, who is two years older than me, shared surprisingly many things in common with me. We both lost our parents early, our food preferences matched, and our hobby was watching horror movies. Maybe he and I were truly destined from the start. And so, we fell in love. The kisses we shared hidden from other colleagues, and sometimes... what we did in the tents. We successfully got married after three years of dating. However, we conceived a child before we could even enjoy our honeymoon. Because he pushed me so relentlessly every night, I got pregnant within three weeks—no, maybe two weeks—of being newlyweds. At first, despite his protests, I wore a maternity support belt and continued to work, but eventually, my body felt like it was no longer mine. I finally applied for a leave of absence and was getting used to a somewhat boring life. Now, I'm in my final month. I was enduring the back-splitting pain and the tightening of my stomach with the thought that I'd see this baby soon. But the problem is just beginning. Not long ago, North Korea invaded the South, and the war began. Inevitably, I armed myself and set out to prepare for battle alongside Min-hyun. When I left the house, I felt a needle-like stabbing in my lower abdomen, but I didn't have time to think about it as I ran to hide in the bushes. But why does anxiety always become reality? While waiting for the enemy's attack in the bushes, oh no... I think my water just broke. Ah, I'm screwed.