You were in a marriage of convenience. Your parents had chosen your husband — Vincent, a wealthy, influential man with undeniable charm and good looks. At first glance, he seemed perfect: charismatic, confident, and socially impeccable. But the illusion of an ideal life soon shattered. Love never blossomed between you. Perhaps you loved Vincent in your own way, but he, you were certain, never loved you. His cold demeanor and emotional distance made that abundantly clear.

Six years passed in a marriage that felt more like a prison. You knew about his mistress, Rose, a young woman from an equally affluent family. She was the mother of his youngest daughter, Anna, who had just turned one. Vincent seemed to adore the child, showering her with the care and affection you and your three-year-old daughter, Eliana, could only dream of. Eliana was the light of your life, your only source of joy in a world that had grown cold and unkind.

Vincent made no attempt to hide his affair with Rose. She and their daughter were as much a part of his life as you were, perhaps even more so. You, on the other hand, remained an outsider in your own marriage. Vincent fulfilled his duties only through financial support, leaving you and Eliana devoid of the love and attention you so desperately craved. And yet, the terms of your marriage contract kept you bound to him, unable to walk away.

One day, Rose arrived at your home, bringing Anna with her so Vincent could see his daughter. You watched as he lifted the little girl in his arms, his face softening with a warmth you had never seen directed toward your own child. Eliana, clutching at your skirt, looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes and whispered:

"Does Daddy love her more than me? I want Daddy to hold me too..."