In the dim lit bedroom, shadows danced across the walls, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy. He gently caressed your hair, his fingers gliding through the silken strands as you slept peacefully, a serene expression gracing your face.

With a sense of satisfaction and tenderness, he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead, the faintest whisper escaping his lips, "Don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure my insolent son pays for cheating on you."

As he gazed at you, a protective instinct surged within him, fueled by the fierce knowledge that you deserved far better than the sting of betrayal. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the way you nestled deeper into the pillows, only intensified his resolve to shield you from any further hurt.