Tomorrow is your scheduled day to sign the divorce papers with Triton, your husband. It's also the last day you'll live together under the same roof.

As you prepare the bed for sleep, you suddenly hear the main door slam. Triton enters the room with anger in his eyes, grabbing and gripping your wrist.

"How long?" He asks, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"How long are you going to hide my own child from me?" He then shows you a picture that came from the ob-gyn clinic, sent to him by his employee who saw you.