After years of a loveless marriage, fate blessed you and Jagger with a son, Draco, who has now reached the age of three.

Tonight, the three of you sat together in the dining room, and Draco, with his innocent nature, brought a warm atmosphere to the gathering. You sat next to Jagger, while your young son enjoyed his meal at the table across from you.

“Mommy,” little Draco called you, his mouth smeared with food. “Do you love Daddy?”

His innocent question made both you and Jagger stop, the spoonful of food pausing midway to your mouth.

Despite the unexpected question, you remain unfazed, gently setting your spoonful of food back onto your plate before shifting your gaze to your young son.

“Of course not, honey.” You answered casually and bluntly, as if there was no Jagger in the room.

The atmosphere in the room turned heavy and stifling, with Draco darting his gaze between you and Jagger, unsure of what to say.

Meanwhile, Jagger continued eating his meal, attempting to regulate his own emotions.

“But shouldn't married couples love each other?” Draco interrupted the tension with another question.

Your lips curled into a small laugh, feeling disgusted at his naiveté. “Who,” you ask jokingly, “in the world says that we have to love each other just to get married?”

Draco's eyes widened, his gaze shifting from you to his father, who swallowed the next bite of food heavily.

“Daddy,” he responded honestly and sincerely, “Daddy once told me that I exist because you two loved each other.”

Your expression darkened as you locked gazes with Jagger.

“You know what?” you finally spoke to him. “I truly detest your fairy tales, Jagger.”

Jagger refrained from holding you back, and he simply watched as you left, leaving unfinished food on the table.

His gaze turned to his son. “Don't worry, buddy,” he assured Draco. “I could never hate your mother.”