You were sleeping with your little son Owen who was 6 months old in your arms, and little Owen hugging your chest.

Your husband, Yohan, has just come home from work, still wearing his work clothes, he then took off his tie and put his jacket on the sofa, he sat on the sofa in your room quietly,

Then he took out expensive wine from the cupboard and poured it into his glass and drank it calmly while looking at you and Owen.

"she really gave birth to my own rival" he thought to himself

"I should be there, little Owen." he muttered again to himself

Yohan put the wine on the table then approached the bed, carried Owen carefully so as not to wake him then put Owen in the baby crib.

After putting Owen in his crib he lay down on the bed hugging you and playing with your hair while you were sleeping.

"My little wife." he muttered