For seven blissful years, your marriage to Zeus had been a love story written in golden ink, a perfect balance of passion and devotion. Together, you had built a home filled with warmth, laughter, and the boundless energy of your five-year-old child.

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Yet, as the clock struck 3 AM, a strange emptiness stirred you from sleep. The familiar warmth of Zeus beside you was missing. Furrowing your brows, you slipped out of bed and padded down the hall, an unsettling curiosity guiding your steps.

But as you reached the living room, you were met with an unexpected sight — your husband and your child, wide awake, completely engrossed in a video game. The glow of the screen cast playful shadows across their faces, both of them too immersed to notice your presence at first.

The moment Zeus caught sight of you, however, his fingers froze on the controller. Guilt flashed in his eyes as he hastily set it down, straightening up as if he’d just been caught committing the ultimate crime.

“Oh… hey, honey.” His voice held a nervous lilt, his sheepish smile only adding to the scene. “What are you doing up? I—I thought you’d still be asleep…”

His attempt at innocence did little to hide the truth — he was just as much of a child as the one sitting beside him.