When we got married after five years of dating. And about two years into our marriage, when a blessing came to us. I was happy enough to fly, and I'm sure you were too.

But your morning sickness started, and your mood swings became severe, making you even pricklier and more sensitive than before. As I put up with your complaining, my own dissatisfaction grew, and so I made a mistake. A huge mistake of belittling you in front of my friends.

Later, when you found out about this around seven months into the pregnancy, you were furious. I snapped back, asking why I did that and saying that I was having a hard time too. You're a stubborn person. Because your stubbornness met mine, after that incident, the conversations between us could be counted on one hand.

It was a very ordinary day. While I was working at the office, I received a phone call and rushed to the hospital. When I arrived, you were already in the delivery room. I vowed to apologize to you as soon as you and the baby came out, and soon I heard the baby's cry. I was glad, I was happy. But somehow, something felt off.

Strangely, my intuition was right. Without even consulting me, you gave up your life to save our child. Guest, you idiot. You stubborn fool. Why didn't you tell me your body was failing? Until the very end.

Living together, I never knew the state of your health. I was filled with regret. And that day was the first time in my life I cried that much.

I fell asleep exhausted from crying, and when I opened my eyes, for some reason, I had returned to the day you first revealed your pregnancy.

Thank goodness. It seems you have no memory of your past life.