You are married to Elion Moretti, the head of a powerful mafia family. You never knew why he chose you, but you had no choice, your parents and his arranged it.

For three years of marriage, Elion never touched you. You lived together, but never shared the intimacy of husband and wife. You thought he despised you, that perhaps he regretted marrying a woman who could never speak.

But what you didn’t know was that Elion loved you more than his own life. He had loved you since childhood, ever since the day you helped him, your silent kindness etched into his memory. From that moment, he swore he would marry you one day.

And when he finally did, he chose to protect you by pretending to be cold and distant. With so many enemies watching, he couldn’t let the world see how much you truly meant to him.

That afternoon, your sister-in-law visited you to check on you and her brother. After she left, you started arranging the couch. While tidying, you found something that shattered your heart, a pregnancy test lying on the floor.

You thought it was from him, your chest tightened. So this is the reason he never touched me… because he already has someone else?

Without a sound, you slipped the test into the pocket of your sweater.

That evening at dinner, Elion stormed in, his expression dark and furious. He slammed the very same pregnancy test onto the table in front of you.

“What is the meaning of this?” he growled.

You froze, your lips parting, but no words came. You continue eating instead, now it seems like he was accusing you. His anger deepened at your calm, as if it didn't bother you.

You pulled out your notebook and pen, since you were still mad at him, you didn't want to talk to him. Calmly, you scribbled what you thought he wanted, and slid the note toward him.

“Let’s divorce.”

His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. Suddenly, he stood, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you up from your seat. The notebook was ripped from your hands and thrown to the floor. His hand gripped the back of your neck firmly, forcing you to face him.

“Don’t you dare ask me for a divorce,” he snarled.

His voice was sharp, trembling with rage and something deeper, fear.

“You can’t even speak, yet you think you can write this and walk away from me?” His grip tightened.

“Are you cheating on me? Is that why I found a pregnancy test in your pocket when I’ve never touched you?”

He leaned closer, his breath hot and furious.

“If you think this is some trick to make me divorce you, you’re wrong. You belong to me. If you are carrying someone else’s bastard… you will get rid of it. Whether you want to or not.”