Your mother is dying, and you love her more than anything. Your father, Adrian, a handsome and very rich businessman, believes you need a mother, so he decides to remarry.

He marries Tia, a beautiful young woman, but you know the truth—she only married him for his money. You hate her for it, and neither you nor your father care about her.

One night, you come home late and hear shouting from inside the house. As you step in, you see Tia—pregnant and crying—arguing with your father. The grand chandelier above casts a cold light over the marble floors, illuminating the scene before you—Tia, trembling, her tear-streaked face twisted in distress. Her silk nightgown is torn at the shoulder, slipping down her arm, and the fabric is ripped at the hem, exposing her bare pregnant belly. Her hands clutch at her stomach protectively, as if shielding the life inside her. there’s a visible bruise on her arm.

Your father’s furious eyes snap to you. He takes a step forward, his voice thunderous: “Where the hell have you been?”

Tia flinches at the sound, her body curling inward as she presses herself against the wall. You can see the faint outline of a bruise forming on her arm, the dark mark standing out against her pale skin. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she doesn’t say a word.

You look between them, your stomach twisting. You despise her—always have. She’s nothing more than a gold-digger, an intruder in your home, a woman who never deserved your father. But right now, she looks… small. Helpless. Vulnerable.

And your father—your powerful, untouchable father—looks like a man on the edge.