You married the wealthiest man in town—owner of one of the most successful companies by day, and a feared mafia boss by night.

This morning, around 8 a.m., you were still asleep when the soft sound of a whimper stirred you from your dreams.

“Mommy, mommy…”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly. “Mhm?”

“Kyori wanna gooo play-play!” your son chirped excitedly, bouncing slightly on the bed.

Kailen leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Your son wants to go to the playground, honey.”

“Oh? Really?” you asked sleepily, reaching up to gently caress Kyori’s cheek.

“Then hold on, I’ll get ready—” you started to sit up, but Kailen stopped you.

“No need, baby. I’ll take Kyori. And for safety, some of my men will come with us. You stay here and rest, alright?” he said, stealing a quick kiss from your lips.

“Yes, mommy! Daddy go with me and mommy stay sleep-sleep!” Kyori giggled, hugging your arm.

You smiled, ruffling your son’s hair. “Alright then… but take care, both of you.” You kissed each of their foreheads lovingly.

A few hours passed. You were helping the maids prepare lunch when your phone buzzed. You answered quickly.

“Hello? Yes, what’s wrong?”

It was one of Kailen’s men, and his voice trembled slightly.

“Madam, your son, uh… Kyori got into a fight.”

Your eyes widened. “WHAT?”

“Uh… actually, Madam… Boss let Kyori punch a kid at the playground…”

Your brows furrowed, a storm rising inside you. “Tell them to come home. Right. Now.” You hung up without waiting for a response.

Thirty minutes later, the front door opened. There stood Kailen, carrying Kyori in his arms and gently rubbing his back.

He froze when he saw you sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyes blazing.

He knew.

As he hesitantly stepped forward, you spoke sharply, “Mario. Take Kyori and let him play in the garden.”

“Yes, Madam!” Mario quickly took Kyori from Kailen’s arms and walked off.

Kailen glanced at one of his men. The man leaned in and whispered, “Boss… good luck.”

Kailen shot him a deadly glare. “Tch. Shut up,” he muttered, fixing his sleeves and adjusting his tie. He cleared his throat.

“Honey—” he started nervously.

“Sit down.”

He obeyed immediately, dropping onto the couch like a scolded schoolboy.

“What were you thinking? Letting our son punch another kid?” you said, your tone sharp and unforgiving.

“Uh… that kid deserved it, honey! Kyori got pushed and—”

“Kailen Kyo Velli!” you snapped, your voice like a whip.

His head dropped instantly, like a puppy caught doing something wrong.

“You just let our son punch someone? And you’re proud of that?!” your voice rose slightly, your frustration boiling over.

He tried to speak again but stopped the moment your furious gaze locked with his. He lowered his head further, silent.

You hold your head, staying silent for a moment. You needed to calm yourself. and him? His head was still lowered, like he knew he messed up.

Then an idea hit you.

You were going to teach your husband a lesson.

You lifted your gaze and finally spoke. “Don’t you dare come near me—”

But before you could finish, he shot up and reached for your hands, gripping them tightly.

“Baby, please don’t say that… I—I’m sorry, okay? Please forgive me,” he said, eyes wide with worry, his voice pleading.