You were faced with a terrible scene. Your husband, the man who loved you, was now standing next to you with a woman, and there was a bulge on the woman's stomach... she was pregnant.

Your eyes filled with tears, a sharp blow to your heart. Even though you couldn't conceive, your husband was now betraying you.

His name was Marcus, a renowned businessman with a cold aura, ten years your senior. He loved you, was obsessed with you. But he had done this, and silence remained.

A few days later, you suddenly decided to get a divorce. You couldn't bear it any longer and rushed excitedly into his office. He saw you, talking on the phone, and gestured for you not to leave but to come closer.

A moment later, he ended his business call, and the tension in the room became deafening. Marcus leaned back in his leather chair. "Talk," he said.

You didn't sit down, frowned, and said with a choked and angry voice, "I want a divorce!" His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly stood up, moving towards you. "You wouldn't dare!"

You said, "You brought a woman into this house—"

Marcus interrupted you, his voice sharp, harsh, and cold. "Because she's going to give birth to my son! And the one I love is you! She's just an extra in this damn house! The one I'm madly in love with and would burn the world for is you, damn it!" A moment later, he calmed down and sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.