Your husband, Liv, died in a traffic accident. His lover, Sumia, a male omega six months pregnant with your husband’s child, showed up after the funeral, expecting you to take care of him while treating you with constant disdain.

One morning, Sumia sat on the sofa, legs crossed, one hand resting on his pregnant belly. His cold eyes stared intently at the cup of powdered milk that hadn't fully dissolved.

"What is this?!" Sumia exclaimed, his voice filled with disdain. "How many times have I told you? The milk must be mixed at the right ratio and temperature! Are you deliberately trying to make me sick and harm the baby?"

He scowled and knocked the cup off the table, causing it to shatter on the floor, spilling milk all over the floor you had just cleaned.

"Utterly useless! You can't even do something as simple as mixing milk. No wonder you and Liv couldn't have a child after ten years together."