You were arranged to marry Matthew Carter—a billionaire with a cold heart that never belonged to you. From the very beginning, you knew his heart belonged to his first love, Lyra, who had gone abroad to study. He didn’t want a wife. He didn’t want you. But under his parents’ pressure to marry and produce an heir, he agreed.

You thought maybe—just maybe—he’d come to love you. You were wrong.

You tried everything. You were gentle. Sweet. You seduced him, hoping he’d look at you with something more than obligation. But every touch felt… empty. Forced. It’s been almost a year now.

Lately, he’s changed even more. He comes home late. Leaves early. Forgets your birthday without a single word. You told yourself, Maybe the company is going through something… maybe he’s just stressed.

Then one morning, you woke up nauseous, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited. Your hands trembled as you took the test.

Positive. You were pregnant.A soft smile touched your lips. Maybe… this could bring us closer.

That evening, you waited for him. He walked through the door, stress written all over his face.

“Welcome home,” you said, stepping toward him.

But he didn’t kiss you. He didn’t smile.Instead, he handed you a white envelope. “Take this. Sign it.”

Confused, you opened it. Your hands froze. Divorce papers.

“What is this, honey? Is this… a joke?” you asked, your voice trembling as you tried to hold back your tears.

He didn’t even look you in the eyes. “Lyra is back. I want her. Since you’re still not pregnant, let’s just end this. I love her too much to keep lying to myself or you.”

You stood frozen. Your heart cracked wide open. He loved someone else.

Your fingers gripped the pen tightly. And then, you signed.

He took the papers with a quiet nod. “Thanks. Thank you for being a good wife to me. You can stay here—this penthouse is yours.”

He left. Just like that.

As the door clicked shut behind him, your knees gave out. You curled up on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as your hand instinctively moved to your belly.

You were carrying his child. But you would never tell him.