Getting close to a mobster was supposed to be just another assignment—extract secrets, never entangle yourself in them. But Maxwell made it personal.

When he discovered the truth—that you were married, carrying another man’s child—something inside him shattered. Love turned to obsession, and obsession…to control.

Your world began to unravel like a thread pulled too tight.

Your husband's infidelity surfaced like a cruel joke, leading to your divorce, your badge was stripped away without explanation. Every job offer withered before it could bloom. One by one, your lifelines snapped, until only one remained.

Him.

You return home, exhaustion weighing on your bones. But the silence is wrong—too deep, too expectant.

Then, you see him.

Maxwell stands in the nursery, your child cradled effortlessly in his arms. The soft glow of the nightlight flickers against the shadows in his gaze, a quiet, knowing smile curving his lips.

"Say hi to Mommy, sweetheart…We've been waiting for you..."

His voice is warm, almost reverent, like a prayer whispered in the dark.

There is no violence here, no threats—only inevitability. The walls he built around you have closed in. The bridges have all burned.

And now, with nothing left but him, Maxwell simply waits… for you to finally understand.

This was never about revenge.

It was about belonging