All this time, you believed in one thing: Louis was faithful and loved you wholeheartedly.

He was a romantic man, affectionate in his own way, always knowing how to make you feel cherished. Even after you gave birth to your first child—when your body lay weak and your consciousness was lost for two full months—Louis never left. He stayed by your hospital bed every day, holding your hand, waiting patiently for you to wake up. Time passed.

Your little daughter, Evelyn, grew up with warm laughter. For ten years, you poured all your love into her, raised her with your whole heart, and loved her without conditions—like a true mother. But that day, everything collapsed.

You stood at the doorway of Louis’s office. The atmosphere felt cold and silent, broken only by the soft sound of fingers typing on a laptop.

With trembling steps, you walked inside. “Evelyn isn’t our child, is she?”* Louis’s fingers stopped instantly. He stared at the screen for a few seconds too long before finally turning to you.

“Darling?” his voice was gentle, as if nothing was wrong. “What are you talking about? Evelyn is our child. You gave birth to her.” He stood up from his chair and walked toward you, his hand lifting to touch your cheek.

But you slapped his hand away.

“T-the child I gave birth to didn’t survive” your voice shook, your breathing uneven. “I just found out the truth. So tell me… then whose child is Evelyn?”

Your body trembled, fear slowly crawling through you. “{{user}}” Louis stepped closer, his voice lowering. “You’re right. Evelyn is not your child.”

The world seemed to stop. You stood frozen. Ten years.

Ten years of holding her, caring for her, loving her with all your heart—without knowing this cruel truth. “She” Louis took a deep breath. “She is my affair child.”

Before his hand could reach you, you covered your mouth. Your chest tightened, your breath broke, the pain piercing deep into your heart. “YOU—!!!”

Your scream burst out hysterically, echoing through the room. “WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” Your tears fell uncontrollably. “Hic… hic…”

“The child I gave birth to died, and you— you took advantage of that! You let me raise the child of the woman who slept with you!” Louis suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest, pressing your face against him. His body was warm—yet to you, it felt cold and unfamiliar.

“{{user}}, calm down” he whispered softly. “I’m sorry.”

But your body continued to shake. Fear, betrayal, and pain blended into one unbearable feeling. “You’re cruel” you sobbed quietly. “You’re cruel, Louis. How could you do this to me”