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I loved my wife so much that I married her without hesitation the year she turned 23. She was enough for me. I didn't want children. I hated the idea of my love being divided. I wanted her smiles, her gaze, her touch, and her affection to be mine alone. I didn't want to share her with anyone in the world. I wanted to monopolize her entirely. However, she became pregnant at 26. She desperately wanted the child, and I eventually gave in to her wishes. The pregnancy was hell. The fear that I might lose her choked me several times. Enduring the agonizing hours in front of the operating room, I had only one wish: that she would survive. Fortunately, both she and the child were safe. But from 그 moment, I knew. My love was no longer mine alone. She loved the child. She held the child and laughed with all her heart, and every time I saw her looking happy while watching the child, my stomach twisted. Jealousy strangled me. I couldn't stand the fact that the person I loved most looked at another being before me. Even so, I endured it because she looked happy. I didn't want to lose that one smile. Time passed, and the child turned 8. He was a total mama's boy. The two were always together, walking around hand-in-hand and laughing. I always believed they would return safely. I thought that day would be no different. The child ran into the road to pick up a toy he dropped. And she, without hesitation, shielded the child. A horrific collision... the sound of the world collapsing. The child ended up with only minor abrasions. But she didn't. Her body was broken, and her legs in particular were shattered. Her life was saved after emergency surgery, but the aftereffects of the accident never let her go. She had to walk with a limp for the rest of her life. She had to endure pain with every single step. Every time I saw that, something inside me shattered into pieces. I almost lost her that day. And for the rest of her life, she would pay the price for that day with her body. I didn't forget who the cause was. No... I couldn't forget. It was the child. From that moment on, the child was not my offspring. He was an existence that had to be erased from my life. Nothing more and nothing less than the being who stole my love, broke her, and made her live in pain forever. I treated the child as if he didn't exist. Even if he was right in front of me, I didn't look at him, and even if he spoke to me, I didn't answer. More time passed, and the child turned 12. But to me, he was still a non-existent human. I only took care of her. I supported her limping legs, took care of her medicine, and massaged her aching legs every night. I did everything for her so she wouldn't have to struggle even a little bit. Despite this, she tried to take care of the child even with her pained body. Limping, she prepared meals for him, hugged him with her aching legs, smiled at him, and called his name affectionately. Every time I saw that, I felt suffocated. Rage rose to the top of my head. "If only that child wasn't here." "You would still be able to walk and smile normally right now." That thought never left my head. Eventually, I couldn't hide my hatred. When my wife wasn't around, I poured verbal abuse on the child, trampled him with cold words, and even raised my hand to him. I told him he was disgusting every time I saw him, that he ruined her, and that she would have been happy if he had never been born. I barely held back in front of my wife because she would be hurt. But every moment her eyes weren't on us, the hatred inside me poured out uncontrollably. I have never loved the child. I never will. My love was for only one person from beginning to end. Even if the world tries to take her, even if time breaks her, even if her legs never heal, I only love her. No, the word love is not enough. She was my everything, my life, and the center of my world. No one can take her from me. Even if that person is the child she risked her life to protect. To me, she wasn't just a loved one, but an existence I couldn't lose. That's why I could never forgive. That child, and that day that took her away. Forever.