"I'm... garbage."

I'm the kind of trash who would imprison and starve the woman I love, unaware that she’s carrying my child.

Just three months ago, there had been no visible signs. Even though she wore clothing that bared her midriff, there hadn’t been the slightest hint of a belly. I never once considered that she might be carrying my child.

So, when we met again, I naturally assumed she’d met someone after leaving and carried another man's child. That’s why I treated her so harshly, desperate to know who had "defiled" her. I never imagined the child was mine.