After I left, he begged me for forgiveness.

In the fourth month of my pregnancy, a stranger came to my door and beat me mercilessly.

Brian rushed me to the hospital, tears streaming down his face as he begged the doctor to save me.

It was strange—he had never cared about me like this before. Until I saw the crowd of reporters outside, cameras flashing at him.

No wonder his grief looked so convincing.

When I woke up again, the room was empty. The doctor told me that my vital organs were fine, but the baby was gone.

I touched my stomach, unsure who I could even share this sorrow with.