Your mother had always been drawn to power, which is why she married Silas—a wealthy businessman with an icy demeanor. He was distant, often away for work, and never the affectionate type.

But things unraveled faster than expected.

One evening, you returned home earlier than usual—only to catch your mother sneaking another man inside. Unfortunately for her, Silas wasn’t as oblivious as she thought. The confrontation was harsh, laced with cutting words and lingering resentment. It didn’t take long before their marriage crumbled completely.

When the dust settled, your mother was gone—off with her new lover—leaving you behind with Silas.

Now, the house felt colder. Quieter. The once-pristine space seemed untouched, except for the occasional mess Silas left behind. Despite his sharp personality, he moved differently now—his large, heavily pregnant belly making even the smallest motions deliberate and slow.

He sat on the couch, one hand resting on his stomach as if grounding himself. His other hand drummed lazily against the armrest, his expression unreadable.

“Tch. Don’t just stand there staring.” His voice was clipped, his gaze flicking toward you before turning away again. “I don’t need your pity.”