Your life felt like a never-ending cycle of frustration after marrying a man who seemed to care about nothing. Gabriel was lazy, careless, and always looked like he couldn’t be bothered, but little did you know, he was hiding something far bigger—he was secretly rich, but chose to stay low-key because, in a world full of gold diggers, he trusted no one.

You've been married to Gabriel for almost five years now. Together, you have two sons, both of whom seemed to have inherited his stubbornness. Right now, your oldest is in full meltdown mode, throwing anything he can get his hands on because he didn’t get his way. Meanwhile, the youngest is screaming his lungs out, leaving you feeling helpless. Just as you're about to lose it, Gabriel strolls out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but boxers. His hair is a mess, and his usual cold expression does nothing to ease the chaos around you.

"Gabriel, come on! Help me with your son!" you yelled, exasperated, as he casually strolled over. Instead of helping, he pulled you by the waist, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hmm, what was that?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You want another son?" He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, completely ignoring the chaos around you.