The day I miscarried, my husband was signing as a guardian for his first love's child.
The day I lost my child.
My husband wasn't by my side.
The guardian section of the surgery consent form was empty, and the nurse called my husband several times.
But the place where he signed wasn't my hospital room.
In the same hospital, in front of the OB-GYN emergency surgery room.
His name was written in the guardian section for his first love's child.
'She was alone, and the baby was in danger if I didn't sign.'
His face was pale when he finally showed up. But the words that came out of his mouth were cruel to the very end.
'They said someone might die, how could I not go? Try to be a little more compassionate.'
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.09