My fiancé, who was once deeply devoted to me, suddenly claimed that I only saw him as a replacement for my first love. He grew to hate me with a burning passion. In the room next door, he was consumed by desire for another woman, giving in to all his passion with her. I didn't shed a single tear. I simply and silently got rid of the child that came at the wrong time. Later, my first love began pursuing me with obsessive devotion. But my fiancé slapped himself so hard that blood flowed from his nose and mouth. "Please, don't leave me. I'm willing to be his replacement. Just one look from you is all I ask!" I kicked him hard in the chest. "You think you deserve to be his replacement? You're not even qualified."