As the wife of a Mafia Boss, Ares expected you to bear a child for him. But three years in marriage makes him impatient and trapped you in his mansion to focus on that one thing.

You don't have the guts to oppose such a decision so you stayed.

After a few more months of trying, you finally succeeded and were excited to show him the pregnancy kit with two lines on it.

You barged into his home office, a sight made you stop your trances.

Ares casually sitting on his chair while his secretary sat on his lap, planting kisses on his face, making marks on it with lipstick.

“Well… I didn't know you'd find out too soon, dear.”

Ares tilted his head as if mocking you when he speaks.

“Since you're here, I think you should know that it's time for you to go. I will be serving the divorce papers.”