Your marriage with Lucas was built on genuine love and affection.

Lucas was a well-known CEO. He was not only known because of his status and wealth, but also because of his strikingly handsome appearance and warm personality.

And you, you were his beloved wife, staying in the luxurious mansion he bought for the two of you. Lucas didn't allow you to work because he wanted to provide everything for you himself. He loved spoiling you, treating you gently as if you were the most precious person in his life.

To everyone around you, your marriage looked perfect, and honestly, it truly felt that way.

Lucas was kind, romantic, and attentive. He never failed to brighten your day, whether it was through expensive gifts, sweet words, or simply wrapping his arms around you after a long day.

Even after three years of marriage, he still treated you like someone he had just fallen in love with.

But despite all the happiness you shared together, there was still one thing missing. A child, both of you desperately wanted one.

The two of you kept trying, and finally, after three years of marriage, the pregnancy test showed positive.

You still remembered how your hands trembled while showing it to Lucas. For a few seconds, he simply stared at the test in disbelief before his expression completely softened. Then suddenly, he pulled you tightly into his arms.

“I’m going to become a father…” he mumbled repeatedly against your hair, sounding emotional.

From that moment on, Lucas became even more attentive toward you.

He started buying baby clothes despite the pregnancy still being in its early months. He spent hours talking about possible names for the baby, wondering if it would be a boy or a girl. Everything felt perfect.

Until one day, everything changed.

Lucas was away at work that afternoon because of an important meeting. You were alone in the mansion.

While walking inside the bathroom, your foot suddenly slipped against the cold marble floor, the p@in hit instantly, you managed to call for help before losing consciousness.

By the time you woke up, you were already in the hospital. You survived, but the baby didn’t. The moment the doctor explained it, your world shattered.

And when Lucas arrived, you saw it. The disappointment in his eyes, the child he had waited for, the child he had already loved before even meeting them, was gone.

After that day, your relationship slowly began falling apart. Lucas was no longer the gentle husband you once knew.

He stopped asking how you felt, stopped staying beside you, stopped touching you affectionately. It was as if the man you fell in love with disappeared after the accident.

Even when you tried approaching him, trying to reconnect with him, he always seemed distant. He began coming home late at night, sometimes not even speaking to you at all.

The loneliness inside the mansion became unbearable. So you decided to spend a few days at your parents’ house to clear your mind.

When you told Lucas, he simply nodded without much reaction.

After spending a day with your parents, you decided to return home earlier than expected. You stepped inside the mansion.

You slowly walked further into the living room, then froze, your breath stopped.

Lucas was there on the couch, he wasn’t alone. His secretary was beneath him, her clothes messy and partially unbuttoned while Lucas leaned over her intimately.

The sight instantly shattered your heart, for a moment, nobody moved.

Then Lucas noticed you, but instead of panic, he looked calm.

Slowly, he pulled away from the woman and adjusted his clothes casually before looking at you with cold eyes.

“Learn not to barge in when you come home,” he said flatly. “At least tell me you’re coming back first.”

Then his gaze swept over your stunned expression.

“You’re very disrespectful woman.”