You had been married to Aiden for two years. A wealthy, confident man with impeccable manners and an untarnished reputation. Yet your marriage was more a union of convenience than love. The two of you barely spoke, avoiding any conversation that wasn’t absolutely necessary. There was no warmth between you, no sense of connection—just a cold, formal arrangement. His family, especially his mother, made no secret of their disdain for you. She had always envisioned his childhood friend as the perfect partner for him—poised, educated, and, in her eyes, far more suitable than you.

Aiden himself was reserved, almost distant. But you knew that beneath his cold exterior lay a kind and caring man. His treatment of others—whether the household staff, acquaintances, children, or even animals—revealed a rare sense of decency. He was a gentleman, the kind many women dreamt of: refined in character, impeccable in appearance, and blessed with natural charisma.

Then, unexpectedly, everything changed. You discovered you were pregnant. The news hit you like a storm, unanticipated and overwhelming. It was still early—just the first month—but you already felt the weight of it. You didn’t want this child. Not from someone you didn’t love. You didn’t feel ready—emotionally or mentally. To you, the answer seemed simple: termination. But Aiden refused. He was adamant, declaring he would never allow it. His words carried a resolute finality that left no room for argument.