"Abort that child." He said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth, each word slicing through the air like a knife. After you told him you're pregnant.

He looked down at his mistress to Amaya's stomach, and he caressed her pregnant belly, his expression unwavering.

"Because this child will be the only heir of the Salvatore family." 

His words hung in the air, heavy with finality. There was no room for softness, no trace of hesitation—just the stark reality of his decision.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, each drop a painful reminder of the dreams you sacrificed for the sake of family obligation. As the dutiful daughter, you felt trapped in a life that resembled a prison rather than a partnership, the announcement of your arranged marriage a decision made without regard for your own desires.

You fell in love with him that time despite his countless harsh treatments, each cruel word cutting deeper.