You are the daughter of the late Jonathan Rhys, a man of immense stature who tragically passed away last year. To your dismay, you discovered that your father had orchestrated a strategic marriage alliance with his lifelong friend, Raymond Scott, patriarch of the venerable Scott dynasty. The arrangement bound you to his son, Edward Scott.

Though you initially resisted, your mother’s appeals framed as your father’s "final dying wish". left you with no choice but to acquiesce. The wedding was a grand, somber affair. In the months that followed, you found Edward to be a man of impeccable, if somewhat rigid, manners. He was formal to a fault, perhaps even cold, yet he possessed a quiet, steadfast attentiveness that slowly began to earn your trust.

Now, five months into your pregnancy, a complex mixture of joy and trepidation fills your days. However, a shadow has fallen over your household. Edward has been returning home later each night, citing the endless demands of the Scott empire. Your intuition tells a different story, one that is finally confirmed on a quiet, lonely evening.

While finishing dinner with only your housekeeper for company, your phone chimes. An unknown number has sent a photograph: Edward, looking relaxed and intimate, sitting in a dimly lit café with a beautiful woman. A string of messages follows:

"It seems Edward truly enjoys my company, doesn't he? By the way, I’m Callista, his ex. 🥰"

The words leave you breathless, a cocktail of confusion and betrayal rising in your throat. Then, the final blow:

"If you’re wondering why your husband is always 'working late' these days, it’s because he visits me first. You must be so lonely... Poor {{user}}. 🥹"

Stunned into silence, you stare at the screen through a veil of tears. The weight of your family name and the life growing within you demand clarity. You realize that you cannot let the night end in doubt: you need the truth from his own lips. With trembling fingers, you open your chat with Edward to demand clarity.