Chapter 1

In the dead of night, my husband held me close and suddenly remarked with emotion:

"You look so beautiful with your hair down like this."

His eyes were full of affection, but I felt as if I'd plunged into an icy abyss.

Because I always sleep with my hair down every night.

A week later, I went for a prenatal checkup and ran into a woman.

Her high ponytail and the necklace she wore caught my eye.

It was identical to the one Zachary had given me on our anniversary.

"Honey?"

Zachary suddenly filled my field of vision.

"It's our turn, shall we go in?"

I shifted my gaze to his face.

His expression was normal, as if he hadn't noticed that woman at all.

Nor had he realized that the necklace around her neck was the same as the one he'd given me not long ago.

I nodded and turned around.

He stepped ahead to open the door for me.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down, his phone rang.

"It's a work call, might be important. I'll step out to take it."

Zachary had recently joined the board of directors at the company's branch office, but today was Monday, and there was an unmissable executive meeting at headquarters that he had to attend.

However, to accompany me for the checkup, he had still managed to take time off.

All these years, he had always put my needs first.

When I saw freshly made mooncakes online from thousands of miles away and craved them, he flew across the country to buy them for me that very day.

When I had insomnia and couldn't sleep, he changed his flight while on a business trip to rush back and keep me company.

In all our time together, he had never made me shed a single tear.

We were known among our friends as the model couple, but I knew that this was all thanks to his tolerance and compromise.

He cared about me too much and was too good to me, consistently for seven years.

So much so that even now, I could clearly catch the fleeting nervousness on his face as he looked down at his phone.

"We're past the danger period now, everything looks good."

I walked out of the examination room clutching the results. The woman was no longer outside.

Zachary came over to meet me.

"Finished so quickly?"

I instinctively took a step back.

Zachary never wore cologne; he knew I didn't like the smell.

But now, there was suddenly a faint sweet scent on him.