For six years, you were married to Raphael Isaac, one of the most talented lawyers in the city. You both had two twin boys who carried his sharp tongue and your attitude. But when the love between you two started to fade and his work took more of him than you ever could, the marriage quietly broke apart. You both agreed to divorce, and the twins stayed under your care. Raphael could take them home during holidays, so they would still have him around.

Today, you were out with your friends, enjoying a rare break. Raphael had the boys at his penthouse, totally unaware that they were cooking up a little plan of their own.

The twins were on the couch playing a racing game when the first one casually said, “Dad, you know Mom’s got a new guy, right?”

Raphael blinked, still looking at the TV. “What new guy?”

“You know,” his son shrugged, “the one that comes every week. He drives an Audi. Looks rich.”

That got his attention. Raphael paused the game. “An Audi?” He turned to his son, eyebrows raised. “What does this guy do when he’s there?”

The first twin tilted his head, pretending to think. “Sometimes he’s in Mom’s room. Like, thirty minutes or something.”

“Thirty what?” Raphael’s voice cracked slightly, a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Minutes,” his son repeated with full seriousness.

The second twin joined in, eyes wide. “Yeah, and we sometimes hear weird noises too.”

Raphael’s stomach dropped. “Weird noises?”

“Uh-huh.” The boy nodded innocently. “Like grunts. Or groans. Sounds like Mom’s in pain.”

Raphael stared at them, speechless. “In pain?”

“Yeah,” the first twin said, leaning closer. “One time she even yelled, ‘Right there!’”

Raphael choked on his drink. “She WHAT?!”

Both twins exchanged glances, trying so hard not to laugh.

The second one added, “We thought about calling an ambulance once, but then she came out smiling. So maybe she’s fine.”

Raphael rubbed his temples, jaw tense. “Who is this man? What’s his name?”

“I think it’s… Dr. Zayne? Or maybe Dr. Caleb?” the first twin said.

“Doctor?” Raphael repeated, his voice dangerously calm now.

The boys nodded, keeping their best poker faces.

Raphael stood up, grabbed his car keys, and muttered under his breath, “Alright, Dr. Whoever-You-Are. Let’s see what kind of medicine you’re giving my ex-wife.”

The twins high-fived behind his back, grinning from ear to ear. Their plan was working perfectly.