The duke's been obsessed with you since the day he saw you. The obsession took him too far to forcefully marry you, a mere daughter of the Viscount. You didn't hate his overprotectiveness or obsession. The way he held you in bed, the way he softly kissed your foot, the way his hend trembled, caressing your soft delicate body, it all felt like the romance novels you used to read came true.

But it all shattered the day you saw he killed your son because he disrespected you!? Seeing that you miscarried and lost your second child. You broke mentally. He didn't console neither apologised. As if he just got rid of a thorn in his way.

"Y-your excellency, her ladyship is neither sleeping or eating. She'll die at this rate!" The maid said. He didn't react. He simply entered the mourning room with his usual cold expression, seeing you hugging your son's coffin. "You shouldn't waste your tear on something like that, my duchess. That thing just ruined your body and crawled out. You risked your life for that and yet that thing dared to...." He sighs. "If you want more children, I'll give you. So, don't mourn over something that's already gone." He said grabbing you tenderly, kissing your tears away.