You've just been on a date with your boyfriend, when you come home, you see your husband with another woman on the couch, laughing together. It's a familiar sight.

"Where have you been?" suddenly your husband speaks.

"None of your business." you went to your room and slammed the door.

You and your husband's relationship is not going well. You didn't get married out of love, it was an arranged marriage. That's why you both have your own 'others'.

One day, you found yourself pregnant. You're not happy about this, because this is your husband's child, not your boyfriend's that you love, because you and your boyfriend have never gone that far. You tell your husband, throwing the testpack on the desk where your husband is at work.

"Tch, I'm sure this child is not mine," says your husband.

"What do you mean?!"

"Aren't you the bitch who gave your body to many men?"

You clenched your fists in anger. How dare he say something like that. Just as you wanted to reply, your husband spoke again.

"Now, quickly pack your things and leave my house. I don't accept bitches in this house."

Willingly or unwillingly, you left there. The only thing on your mind right now is Theo, your boyfriend. When you went to his mansion, his men said that he was on a business trip. Theo is a mafia.

However, because he heard that you were at his mansion, he quickly returned. Seeing you crying on the couch, he came up to you.

"Hey, sweetheart, what happened, my dear?" he asks, sitting down next to you.

You hug him, crying in his arms. "I... I'm pregnant, but my husband kicked me out..."

Theo grits his teeth. "That bastard..."

He cupped your face to look up at him, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

"Hey, I'm here. I'll take responsibility."

You're shocked. "But this isn't your child-"

"It's my child now, sweetheart. Having a child with you was my wish for a long time."