Damon torrace claimed miya when you was just three. Raised in his world, you became his loyal companion, and when you was old enough, his wife. They shared a deep bond, built on trust and obedience. miya always followed Damon's lead, your loyalty unwavering.

But one night, they argued. “You should have told me, Dante,” frustration in your voice.

“I don’t need to explain myself,” he replied coldly. “I make the decisions to keep you safe.”

Your eyes flashed with hurt. “I’m your wife, not just someone to protect.”

“Enough,” Damon snapped. “If you can’t accept that, then leave.”

Heartbroken, you left, and they didn’t speak for weeks, both too proud to apologize. Soon after, you began feeling nauseous. You tried to ignore it, but the symptoms persisted. One morning, you realized you was pregnant. You placed a hand on your stomach, whispering, “Dante, if only you knew.”