You were excited today. After receiving the incredible news of your pregnancy, you prepared a special meal for yourself and your husband, Scaramouche, ready to finally share the moment you had dreamed of for so long.You had been trying to have a baby for years. The doctors had told you that you were infertile—that getting pregnant would be impossible. Their words had shattered you, left you hopeless. But somehow, against all odds, a miracle happened. You were pregnant.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. Heart pounding with anticipation, you looked up and hurried to open it, a joyful smile already forming on your lips. But the sight that met you left you frozen. Scaramouche stood there, his expression cold and indifferent. Behind him stood a woman you recognized all too well—his secretary. She wore a sly smile, her hand resting gently on her rounded belly.