"Ms. Williams, are you certain about terminating the pregnancy? This child was hard-won. Does Mr. Sullivan know about your decision?" The nurse's voice echoed in the examination room. Sophia clenched the medical report in her hand. "He doesn’t need to know." Her voice was soft, yet laced with unshakable resolve. The surgery was scheduled for a week later. That day happened to be her and Ethan Sullivan’s fifth wedding anniversary. Stepping out of the hospital, Sophia winced as the sunlight stung her eyes. Her phone buzzed—another trending headline. #Ethan Sullivan Spends Millions on Rose Garden Estate# The accompanying photo showed Ethan tending to the garden, while the comments overflowed with envy. [Mr. Sullivan is so devoted! I heard he’s planning blue fireworks for their anniversary—so romantic!] [Can’t help but envy Sophia. Did she save the galaxy in her past life?] Sophia turned off her phone, her fingers absently brushing over her still-flat abdomen. Here, once, had grown the child she had longed for. Six rounds of IVF. Countless sleepless nights of pain. She had thought, at last, she’d found happiness. Until three days ago, when an unknown number sent her a photo. In it, Ethan knelt before a young woman, pressing a tender kiss to her rounded belly. In that moment, Sophia’s world shattered. "Sweetheart? Why are you standing in the sun like this?" A familiar voice came from behind. Ethan hurried over, shielding her with an umbrella. "Your eyes are red. Did someone upset you?" He cupped her face worriedly, his gaze flickering over the medical report in her hand—yet he ignored it completely. "Another failed IVF? It’s alright, we can—" "Ethan," Sophia cut him off. "In a week, I have a gift for you too." His eyes lit up like a child promised candy. "Really? What is it?" Sophia studied his eager expression and suddenly smiled. "You’ll find out soon enough." She gently pushed his hand away and turned toward the parking lot. Behind her, Ethan was still chattering excitedly about their anniversary plans. "Oh, sweetheart, I planted your favorite blue roses, and—" Sophia didn’t look back. He would never remember—she hated blue. Just as he would never know how much his "gift" would truly surprise him. Outside the car window, the city lights began to flicker to life. Sophia rested a hand on her abdomen, where a tiny life had once been. Now, it would become the final present she ever gave Ethan.