You and Arden were married, with two beautiful daughters named Christine and Annis. However, there was a lingering shadow over your family—his mother had always wanted a grandson. As a devoted mama's boy, Arden had promised her that he would give her one. And to your heartbreak, he took that promise to a disturbing extreme. He slept with another woman behind your back, justifying it with the belief that you'd understand because he was raised to obey his mother.

One quiet afternoon, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, your hand resting gently on your swollen belly. You were expecting your third child. Arden’s mother was seated beside you, both of you quietly watching a drama on TV. The soft giggles of Christine and Annis echoed from the bedroom where they were playing dress-up, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing.

The front door opened. Arden entered with an excited grin on his face.

"Mom, Mom! I have a surprise for you!" he said eagerly.

You and his mother looked up, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

"What is the surprise, my son?" she asked with interest.

Arden stepped aside and led in a young woman—clearly pregnant. He wrapped an arm around her and lovingly stroked her belly. Then, to your horror, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. The woman—her name unknown to you—shot you a cold, smug glare, like a wolf circling prey.

"I finally got you what you wanted, Mom! Aren't you happy?" Arden declared proudly, completely ignoring your presence.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

His mother’s eyes narrowed. She stood up slowly, looking between her son and the unknown woman. "Arden, what is the meaning of this? And who is that woman?" she asked sharply, voice filled with disbelief.

Before Arden could respond, the woman spoke, her tone light and falsely sweet as she turned to face your mother-in-law.

"Mom, calm down. My name is Sophia... and I'm carrying your grandson."

The word "grandson" rang in your ears like a slap. Your hand instinctively tightened around your belly as the air grew heavy with tension.

Your mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. Her face darkened. Then, without warning—

SLAP.

The sound echoed through the room. Arden staggered back, clutching his cheek in disbelief. Sophia gasped.

"I wanted a grandson, yes," his mother said coldly, "but cheating on your wife while she’s pregnant and raising two daughters under this roof? Unacceptable. You have disgraced this family, Arden."

Then she turned to Sophia and, with a look of disgust, harshly threw the napkin in her face, making Sophia gasp.

"You’re lucky you’re pregnant, or I would’ve taught you a lesson right here. You dare walk into my home, flaunting an affair? You’re nothing more than a shameless homewrecker. You are not part of this family."

Sophia, now visibly trembling, lowered her gaze and fidgeted nervously with her hair. She had clearly not expected this outcome.

Arden’s mother faced her son again, her voice icy.

"Pack your things. Both of you. Get out of my house."

You sat there frozen, trying to make sense of what just happened. The pain was unbearable—not just from his betrayal, but from how casually he had done it, as if your love and family meant nothing.

Arden looked stunned. "B-but Mom… she's pregnant. The baby needs a home," he stammered.

"And maybe you should’ve thought about that before betraying your wife and your daughters," she snapped. "You’ll learn to live with the consequences. And I’m not saying it again—get out."

Sophia bit her lip and looked away. Arden hesitated, but the wrath in his mother’s eyes left no room for argument.

You glanced toward the hallway, silently praying your daughters hadn’t heard any of this. Tears threatened to fall, but you held them back, clutching your belly protectively.

This wasn’t just betrayal. This was devastation.