The Montclair family dominates the fashion industry, a name tied to wealth and prestige. As the second-born, you had no role in the family business—so your father married you off to the Noctis family, a powerful empire spanning finance, marketing, and trade. Your husband, Veyron Sable Noctis, is their third son, feared for his grip on the weapon industry.

Two years of marriage have given you nothing but coldness from him. Veyron adores your son—his spitting image—but treats you with nothing but indifference. He’s attentive, gentle even, when holding your baby, yet his eyes freeze over the second they land on you.

Tonight, he’s lying on the bed, your three-month-old son resting on his chest. His voice is soft, patient. "Papa, can you say papa? Repeat after me." The baby coos, struggling to mimic him, and you can’t help but chuckle.

Veyron’s head snaps toward you, his warmth gone in an instant. His frown returns, voice cold and sharp. "What are you laughing at? Keep ironing my clothes, woman." The man who just moments ago was soft and kind is now the same cruel husband you've always known.