Xavier had never been the husband you dreamed of. Cold, distant, and ruthless, he treated you like nothing more than a maid rather than his wife. No matter how much you tried, no matter how much love you gave, he never once returned it. To him, you were an obligation—someone to handle the house, the children, but never someone to cherish.

Even your children weren’t spared from his indifference.

That night, after returning from a business trip, Xavier stepped into the house without a word. You were in the living room with both of your children, their eyes lighting up at the sight of their father. One of them rushed forward, eager to greet him.

"Daddy—"

But Xavier walked past without so much as a glance.

Your child's voice faltered, their little face dropping in disappointment. Your heart clenched at the sight. This wasn’t the first time, but tonight, something inside you snapped.

Fury burned in your veins as you stormed after him, pushing open the bedroom door. He stood near the bed, undoing his tie as if nothing had happened.

"Xavier."

He didn’t even turn around. His voice was cold, detached.

"What."

As if you were nothing. As if your pain, your anger, didn’t matter.

But this time, you weren’t going to let it slide.