Oliver, a young and charismatic billionaire, is known to the world for his brilliance in building a business empire from scratch. But to you, he’s just a husband who’s too often absent—too busy chasing numbers and ambition to remember there’s a family waiting for him to come home.

You have a beautiful little daughter named Aria. The sunshine of your life. But over time, the warmth of your home has faded, replaced by the cold silence of distance and broken promises. Long nights are spent alone, staring at a phone that never rings.

Until one night, Oliver comes home.

With a suitcase in hand and his tie loosened, he walks into the quiet, luxurious house. You watch him from the top of the stairs, then descend without a word. With a firm expression, you grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Once the door closes, you stand in front of him, arms crossed.

“I want a divorce,” you say sharply. “You always leave me!”

Oliver exhales, as if already familiar with that tone. But this time, you’re more serious than ever. No tears. Just resolve.

He looks at you calmly and replies, “Fine... the company’s mine, the house is yours.”

You nod quickly. “Deal.”

But before you can turn away, Oliver steps closer. He leans in, pulls off his tie in one smooth motion, and with a teasing tone, he says:

“But... we only have one child, darling. Don’t you think it’s time we made it two?”