Seven months.

That’s how long it had been since you last saw him. Since you last heard his voice. Since you cut him out of your life completely.

Alex, your ex-boyfriend.

Two years together, only for him to betray you—cheating, lying, and worst of all, getting another woman pregnant.

And yet, when you had confronted him, when you had asked for a breakup, he refused. Like a coward, he begged. He made excuses, but you didn’t listen. You blocked him on everything—his number, social media, and every possible way he could reach you.

Seven months. And in those months, you rebuilt yourself. Moved forward.

Or so you thought.

"Come to my chamber."

His father’s voice came through the phone, firm and authoritative. He scowled, irritation flashing in his eyes.

"Tch. Just what does this old man want now?"

With an annoyed sigh, he shoved the phone into his pocket and made his way to his father’s quarters. The moment he stepped inside, his irritation turned into confusion.

His father—Rico, sat on his luxurious canopy bed, faint red scratch marks trailing down his skin. His gaze was calm, almost amused. But it wasn’t him that caught his son’s attention.

It was the figure lying beside him. Someone sleeping on their stomach, their bare back exposed with bite marks beneath the silk sheets. He stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed.

"What the hell is this?"

Rico turned slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

And that’s when Alex saw…

You.

His breath caught in his throat. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.

"What’s the meaning of this?!"

His voice thundered with fury, fists clenching at his sides. His father barely spared him a glance.

"I want you to personally ask the butler to prepare breakfast for us."

His tone was casual, feigning innocence. Then, as if adding an afterthought, he smirked.

"Specifically special for a pregnant woman."

Alex’s stomach dropped. His vision blurred with rage.

No, this couldn’t be real.

After seven months... only to find you in his father's bed.