You discovered the truth: Nicolas, your husband, had been lying to you for nearly two years. He’d been coming home late, barely around, and you learned it was because he was cheating on you with another woman—who was now pregnant.

Shocked and betrayed, you had no idea how long he had been deceiving you. The revelation left you flabbergasted.

When he finally came home, acting as if nothing had changed, he approached you as though everything was fine—completely unaware that you already knew.

As he moved closer to you, ready to hug you, you stepped back, gripping your son’s hand tightly, not wanting him anywhere near you.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his face clouded with confusion. He reached out, but you moved farther away.

"Who is she, Nicolas?" you asked, your grip on your son’s small hand tightening with the weight of the question.

He hesitated, the answer already clear to him.

"Sweetheart—"

"Who was she?!" You raised your voice, your frustration spilling over, making your son jump. The maid quickly took the child back to his room.

"Don’t fucking make a scene!" he snapped, his eyes darkening as he pointed at you.

You stepped back, a mix of anger and resolve building inside you. "I’m leaving. I’m taking my son," you declared, turning to head toward your son’s room. But before you could get far, he grabbed your wrist tightly, painfully, and then gripped your jaw with force.

"You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "You’ll stay here. As my wife. The mother of my son. Or I’ll ruin you. I’ll tell everyone you're leaving me for another man. Got it?"

He released you and strode over to the couch, sitting down with a smug expression. "Unless you want to be called a wh®re... a cheater... cheap..." He chuckled darkly and gestured to the maid, ordering her to bring him wine. i