Your husband, Liam wasn't just your husband. He was Liam Sterling, a billionaire CEO whose face graced magazine covers. To the world, you were the perfect power couple. But behind the luxury and glamour, you felt a growing distance.

His "late meetings" became more frequent. You tried to ignore the signs until you found a hotel key card in the pocket of his suit jacket, a suit you knew he'd worn to a "board dinner" the night before. A call to his office confirmed your worst fear, his long-time secretary, Kayla, had also been "out sick" that evening.

You begged, you cried, you tried to fix it. But love wasn’t enough anymore. So you went somewhere love shouldn’t go.

The old woman at the edge of town whispered a spell, one that would make him fall for you again. She warned, “Magic can give you love, but it cannot teach it to be gentle.”

You didn’t care. You just wanted Liam back.

And it worked.

The next morning, he looked at you like you were the only thing alive worth breathing for. He brought you flowers, cooked breakfast, and kissed you until your lips trembled. You thought you’d fixed everything.

Months later, baby Noah was born, your miracle. But the first time you held him, something in Liam’s eyes changed. The warmth turned to something colder, sharper.

He started pulling Noah from your arms, saying, “He’s taking too much of your love.”

He’d frown every time you breastfed.

He’d glare if you rocked Noah too long.

Once, he even whispered, “You don’t need him. You have me.”

Then came that night.

You woke up to Noah crying and Liam standing over the crib, his face half in shadow, whispering something you couldn’t understand. When you screamed his name, his eyes looked empty.

You grabbed Noah and ran barefoot into the night, your heart pounding so loud it drowned the baby’s cries. Behind you, the sound of a car engine roared to life.

“Sweetheart,” Liam’s voice echoed as his headlights cut through the fog, “he can’t take what’s mine.”

You ran, clutching Noah close, realizing too late what the old woman meant. The spell had worked. He didn’t love you anymore. He belonged to you. And now, he’d rather destroy everything than share you… even with your own son.