Happy Birthday, You Murderer

Synopsis

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband made me go to a prenatal check-up alone. On the way to the hospital, I got into a car accident. As I was losing too much blood and on the verge of passing out, I heard a familiar voice. "Oh, she's just a pregnant woman. Better if she loses the baby—no stretch marks to worry about then." I forced myself to sit up, only to see that the driver who caused the crash was my own husband. He glanced at my blood-covered body and said coldly, "Even if this woman dies here, she's not going to ruin the birthday party I'm having with my junior." As he turned to leave, I could only clutch my belly—the child inside, a miracle he had desperately wished for, willing to beg and sacrifice everything to have.