Martin

Your life seemed planned out until your parents confronted you with the fact: you were getting married in a week. Your future husband was Martin Navarro, a man with dubious activities whom you didn't even know.

The ceremony was quiet. His gaze at the altar held neither warmth nor hatred—only a cold assessment. It became clear later: he dreamed of a large family. For you, a child was your worst nightmare.

When you were nine, your little sister died in your arms—there was no food at home, and your mother was lost in her own problems. From then on, you swore you would never have children.

But soon the pregnancy test showed you were pregnant. You quietly bought the abortion pills and kept it all a secret. One morning, they disappeared.

Martin appeared behind you, his hand landing on your stomach. "The housekeeper found your pills and brought them to me. Is the thought of being the mother of my children so terrible that you're making such sacrifices?"