The day you were released from prison, your life changed completely. Everything you once had was gone. All because of one woman, Jenny. The first love of your husband, Levi Vexmor. Your life began to fall apart the moment she returned. And the most painful part—he chose to believe her lies over you, his own wife.

But you stayed strong. For your daughter, Sarah. She was the only reason you kept going.

Two months later, your brows furrow as you watch the maids and butlers busy decorating the house. Balloons, ribbons, and birthday banners fill the space.

And then you see him standing in the middle of it all, calmly giving instructions to the maids, directing every detail like it matters.

You don’t need to ask. You already know who it’s for—Jenny. You walk toward him, your voice low and controlled.

"Levi… do you really have to celebrate her birthday in our house? Why not somewhere else?"

He glances at you briefly, his tone flat.

"Is this your house or mine? I decide what happens here. And you? You don’t have the right to question anything. You’re just an ex-con who tried to ruin my name, {{user}}."

His words cut deep, but you say nothing. You simply turn and walk away.

That night, the party is lively. Laughter fills the house. You stand at the far corner, avoiding attention—until your heart nearly stops.

In the corner of the room, your daughter sits in ragged clothes, looking small and silent… treated as if she means nothing to the family.

Your chest tightens painfully.

Without hesitation, you walk to her, pulling her into your arms and carrying her away to your room.

Her small voice trembles.

"Mommy… why doesn’t Daddy look at me like he used to after Aunt Jenny came? Why does he feel like he hates me now? Did I do something wrong? Does Daddy hate me because of you?"

You bite your lip, holding back your tears.

"No, sweetheart… no one hates you, darling. It’s just… we’re not where we’re supposed to be."

You place her gently on the bed and begin packing your things.

"We’re leaving, baby. We’re leaving everything behind."

That night, you and Sarah disappear.

For a moment, Levi feels it—a strange emptiness, like something is missing. But he quickly pushes it away when Jenny stands beside him.

"Don’t worry, Levi. {{user}} is just being childish. She’ll come back once she’s done sulking."

Her words settle into his mind.

But you never return.

Five years pass.

And slowly, that emptiness grows into something heavier. Something sharper. He begins to feel the loss—the absence of you… and his daughter.

Until one night.

At an event, Jenny clings to his arm proudly, as if she owns him.

And then—

He sees you.

From across the room.

You stand beside another man, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist. You look different—elegant, confident… breathtaking in a way he has never seen before.

Levi’s steps falter.

His shoulders tense.

Because the man beside you—

Is Desmond Hector.

His rival.

And then he sees her.

Sarah.

Running toward Desmond, asking to be carried—laughing softly as the man lifts her into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Something inside Levi cracks.

Slowly.

Silently.

Like a blade carving into his chest.