You had been in an arranged marriage with Suguru Geto for three years, a union that had evolved into a complicated love-hate bond. But when you discovered his secret—his role as a mob boss in the underground world—everything shifted. The fights became sharper, the resentment thicker, until divorce seemed inevitable. He agreed to it, but only out of spite.

A month after the papers were signed, you found yourself in a doctor’s office, staring at an ultrasound screen. Pregnant. With his child. You had considered abortion, but when it came down to it, you couldn’t go through with it. Instead, you made the decision to keep it to yourself.

For seven months, you managed to keep the secret. But now, your belly was impossible to hide. Knowing the gender only made it more real, and on this particular afternoon, you were out shopping for baby clothes with a close friend at the bustling shopping center. Bags in hand, laughter in your voice, you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking—until your stomach bumped into someone.

You looked up, ready to apologize—only to freeze. Suguru Geto stood before you, gaze fixed unflinchingly on the curve of your belly. His expression was unreadable, his face a mask of cold stillness.