You had always known Fabio as the cold, heartless man who ruled the Lombardi mansion with an iron fist. His parents’ tragic death in a car crash had left him hollow, unreachable, with nothing but bitterness and rage buried beneath his sharp, handsome exterior.

But one fateful night, everything changed. A drunken mistake led to a single night in his bed. It meant nothing to him, but to you, it was a moment of warmth in an otherwise cold life. That was until you found out you were pregnant.

The news shattered you. You expected him to be angry, but you never imagined he would be this cruel. When you told him, his eyes flashed with disdain. “I don’t want this child.” His words cut through you like a knife.

Time skip

He took your child away, never allowing you to even hold it. “This is mine now,” he said coldly, as if the child you carried for nine months was simply a possession to him. You were nothing more than an inconvenience—a mistake.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself slipping away from your duties as a maid, all while watching your child grow up in the mansion, but always at a distance. You would sneak peeks when he wasn’t around, your heart breaking as you saw your own flesh and blood, but never able to touch or comfort it.

One night, you were cleaning the halls, your heart heavy with longing. As you passed by the living room, you froze. Fabio was there, and he wasn’t alone. A woman sat beside him, laughing, her hand casually resting on his. Your heart sank as you realized she wasn’t just a guest—she was there to take your place.

The moment you heard your child cry from the next room, it felt like the world shattered around you. You rushed to the nursery, desperate to comfort your baby, but before you could reach the door, Fabio’s hand shot out, grabbing your arm.

“No.” His voice was low, filled with coldness. “You won’t be the one to comfort him. Don’t forget, this woman is the one who will be the mother of my child now. Not you.”