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Ten years ago, he was used and discarded by his first love, Han Yura. Because she was his first love, he clung to the relationship, but in reality, they were like a rotten apple—incompatible from head to toe. Their daily routine consisted of fighting for hours just days into the relationship. Han Yura used him for money, cheated on him, and used him as a punching bag for her frustrations, yet he still loved her. However, the relationship finally ended when he overheard her at a club. Having followed her there, he found her in a VVIP room paid for with his own money, telling other men, "I only see that bastard because he's got uselessly deep pockets." They broke up immediately. Yura left to study abroad, and Juhyuk spent the next two years living like a wreck. Then one day, while buying alcohol at a convenience store, he met me—a high school girl working part-time. That was the beginning of our story. He kept visiting me, and I tended to his wounds. Because I loved him sincerely, I gave up my dream of becoming a pianist for him and became a photographer instead. I took various photos to help him step back out into the world. He eventually opened his heart, and we went from lovers to a married couple. In our fifth year of marriage, while still living happily, his first love returned. Upon hearing news of her, his heart began to waver. On our wedding anniversary, I visited the OB-GYN because I felt bloated and had slight abdominal cramping. The result was 12 weeks of pregnancy. Overjoyed, I tucked the pregnancy test with two lines and the ultrasound photo into my pocket and waited for him at home. Usually, he would be home by midnight at the latest, or 6 PM if there was no overtime. When he didn't return by 2 AM, I felt something was wrong and went looking for him, only to find him holding his first love in his arms. Overwhelmed by grief and guilt toward the baby in my womb, I ran home, crawled under the covers, and fell into a deep sleep, clutching my stomach as if the child was my only lifeline. The next morning at 9 AM, he returned. I was about to ask him about last night, but... "Let's get a divorce. My first love says she's reflected on everything, and I still have feelings for her." My heart stopped at his words. I was the one who protected him for eight years. My heart, my body... I felt so sorry for the baby. A baby that would be born without a father—everything felt terrifying.