I hid behind the iron fence, staring at the tightly closed door across the courtyard.

Tears slid down my face without a sound.

Six years of marriage—and this was how it ended.

I stayed there until dawn.

He never came out.

By the time the sky lightened, my heart had gone completely cold.

I went to the market.

I bought breakfast—everything Daniel liked.

And a small gift box.

When I returned home, the house was in chaos.

Daniel stood in the hall, fury written across his face as he shouted at the servants.

“Where is Margaret?”

“You’re telling me none of you know when she left?”

“What exactly am I paying you for?”

“I leave you here to take care of my wife—and you didn’t even notice she was gone?”

Sweat dotted his forehead. His voice shook with something close to fear.

“We woke early, Captain,” the housekeeper replied, trembling.

“But you said we were not to disturb Mrs. Hawthorne without her permission. We didn’t know when she left.”

“Useless!” Daniel snapped. “All of you!”

He kicked over a vase. Plates shattered across the floor.

At that moment, I pushed the door open.

The noise stopped instantly.

“Where did you go?” he asked, rushing toward me, panic flickering through his eyes.

“I went to the market,” I said calmly. “I bought your favorite breakfast. And a gift.”

I lifted the box slightly and smiled.

“Tomorrow is our sixth wedding anniversary. I wanted to prepare something for you.”

Only then did his expression ease.

“God,” he exhaled. “You scared me. I thought something had happened to you.”

“This is still wartime. It’s dangerous outside. Next time, let the servants go.”

He pulled me into his arms—too tight.

His body was trembling.

“I wanted to prepare it myself,” I said softly. “I saw the food and bought it on the way.”

I smiled as I spoke.

Inside, everything was frozen.

A man who cared about me this much…

was cheating on me.

His shaking hands proved he was afraid of losing me.

And yet—

How could he calmly let another woman carry his child?

“Thank you, love,” he said, taking the breakfast. “Tomorrow, I have a gift for you too.”

He led me toward the dining table.

Then the door opened.

Eleanor stood there, one hand on her stomach, her face pale.

Daniel’s expression darkened instantly.

His eyes flashed with warning.

She ignored it.

“I’m in pain,” she said, tears spilling. “Daniel… Margaret… could you take me to the hospital?”

His tension snapped.

I spoke first. “Go. Take her.”

At the hospital, I stayed behind to park the car while Daniel carried her inside.

By the time I reached the examination room, I heard the doctor speaking.

“After you go home, no sexual activity. It could trigger a threatened miscarriage. We’ll keep her under observation for a day.”

Their faces flushed.

Then Eleanor looked up.

She met my eyes through the glass.

And mouthed silently—

You lost.

I turned away, pressing my hand to my mouth as tears fell.

After a while, I wiped my face and entered the room as if I’d just arrived.

Eleanor spoke first, her voice gentle.

“Margaret… would it be possible, after the baby is born, for him to call Daniel ‘Dad’?”

She looked down at her stomach.

“I don’t want my child to feel abandoned. When he’s older, I’ll tell him the truth. I just want him to grow up feeling like he has a family.”

If I hadn’t known the truth, I would have believed her.

I would have thought she was just a pitiful mother, longing for her child to grow up whole.

But I had seen her eyes.

This wasn’t protection.

It was a declaration of war.

Daniel exploded.

“No.”

“Only Margaret’s child will ever call me ‘father.’”

“I am your child’s uncle. Nothing more.”

“Don’t ever say something like that again.”

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out.

On the way back, he vented nonstop.

“If my brother hadn’t begged me on his deathbed to take care of her, I would’ve cut her off long ago.”

“Her child calling me Dad? What would my child think?”

“It’s absurd.”

I said nothing.

Sensing my silence, he tried to cheer me up, talking endlessly about where we would celebrate our anniversary tomorrow.

Back home, a soldier arrived to see him.

Afterward, Daniel told me, “There’s a new deployment. I have to go. I probably won’t be back until tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

I followed him.

He went to the hospital.

My heart shattered completely.

For her, he lied again.

I smiled bitterly and turned back.

At home, I packed only what I needed.

Then I placed two documents into the anniversary gift box—

My pregnancy report: three months.

And Eleanor’s: five weeks.

When he saw them, he would understand.

That “friend” from the email…

Her husband was him.

The next day, Daniel called.

“The situation’s complicated,” he said. “I may need two more days.”

“I understand,” I replied.

After hanging up, I took my suitcase to the central square.

The helicopter was already waiting.