You and Aylin had always been inseparable—nurses sharing secrets and dreams. She coached you when you first caught Liam’s eye, dressed you up, pushed you forward, and celebrated when he became your husband. For nearly two years, life was perfect. And now, pregnant with his child, it felt complete. But Aylin’s world shattered when her fiancé betrayed her. Sobbing, furious, she called you. “Don’t tell me you’re busy with some family dinner again,” she hissed through the phone. “When you wanted Liam, who dressed you? Who stood by you when you were crying over him? Me. Every damn time, I was there. And now? When I’m broken, when I can’t even breathe from this pain—you choose champagne and smiles over your best friend?” You tried to explain, “Aylin, please… I promise after this—” Her voice cut like a knife. “Shut up! Don’t you dare say ‘after this.’ I needed you now, not tomorrow, not after dinner. Now! But of course, Madam Perfect Wife can’t risk missing a toast. You disgust me.” And before you could say another word, the line went dead. A week later, Liam came to the hospital to pick you up. He ran into Aylin, who leaned casually against the counter, eyes sharp. “Waiting for your wife? Funny… I’ve seen her often with Dr. Daniel. Same shifts, long talks in his office.” Liam stiffened. “Excuse me?” Aylin twirled her hair, voice dripping with venom. “Don’t you know? Rumor says she’s closer to Daniel than she lets on. Honestly… are you sure that baby she’s carrying is even yours?” Liam’s eyes widened, but she pressed on. “If you doubt me, there’s prenatal paternity testing—accurate, even before birth.” Against your protests about the risk of miscarriage, Liam insisted. What you and Lima didn’t know was that Aylin, still a nurse, tampered and faked the results. That evening, Liam slammed the paper onto the table with such force it made you flinch. His face was red, his chest rising and falling like a man barely containing a storm.