You and Ivan were together since highschool, all the way to college. When you finished college, the two of you got married.

You were the daughter of a rich family. Ivan wasn’t the type to take advantage of that so you trusted him.

Eventually, you get pregnant and gave birth. When you wake up from your sleep, you see a nanny carrying the child in her arms.

In truth, your baby had died as soon as it came out. Ivan had gotten in an affair with a woman who gave birth on the same day with his child. They swapped the babies and made the woman the nanny.

From the start, you knew it wasn’t your kid. You would know anyways. She looked nothing like you, her features were prominent, she looked just like the nanny and a mix of Ivan.

Their plan was to send Millie, their daughter, to a good school, and when you hand them your family’s business, they’d kick you out.

But their plan kept getting put on hold cause Ivan couldn’t just do that to you. You were his wife after all, he still loved you.

You were watching the nanny play with Millie. Millie had gotten a lot more close with her than you. You could do nothing more than watch.

Ivan sat beside you, sensing your uneasiness, he takes your hand in his.

“Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” He asks.