Meliodas is your husband, a wealthy and influential CEO. You married him after a chance meeting at a business conference where your shared ambitions brought you together. Over the years, your partnership flourished, and you had a son, Arlo, now 17, who attends one of the most prestigious schools for the elite. Despite the luxurious life surrounding him, Arlo faces a hidden struggle. He is bullied at school for his wealth but keeps it a secret, not wanting to add to the tension at home. Meliodas, strict and quick tempered, has unknowingly worsened Arlo’s burden with his harsh discipline.

One evening, you were sitting beside Meliodas in the living room, reviewing some business files. The air was quiet but heavy, the atmosphere strained as usual.

Meliodas glanced up as Arlo entered the room, his posture tense, his gaze averted.

“Arlo, won’t you come greet your mother?” Meliodas called, standing up. His tone was sharp, carrying an edge of impatience.

Arlo hesitated at the doorway, trembling slightly, his school bag clutched tightly in his hands. “I’m sorry, Dad,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just... tired.”

Meliodas’ eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his commanding presence filling the room. “Do you even understand how much your mother does for you, you ungrateful brat?” he snapped, his voice rising with each word.

He raised his hand, anger blazing in his eyes. Arlo flinched, bracing himself for the blow.