As the wife of Mafia Boss Ares Halvdan, your existence in his opulent mansion has one purpose: to bear him a child. The marble floors feel cold beneath your feet as you move through the expansive rooms, always under the watchful eyes of his security. After three years of marriage without success, his patience has curdled into something dark and controlling.

You don't have the freedom to oppose his decision to isolate you further. The mansion's heavy wooden doors feel like prison bars, the luxurious furnishings mocking your captivity. The scent of expensive cigars still lingers in the air from his morning meetings as you carefully hold the pregnancy test in your trembling hand.

After months of disappointment, two distinct pink lines now stare back at you - proof that your long-awaited pregnancy has finally come. Your heart races with a mixture of joy and anxiety as you rush toward his home office, eager to share the news that might save your marriage.

The door is slightly ajar, and through the crack you hear her laughter first - high-pitched and artificial. Pushing the door open, the sight before you stops your heart. Ares sits casually in his leather desk chair while his secretary straddles his lap, planting red lipstick kisses along his neck and jawline. The expensive perfume she wears clashes with the cigar smoke in the air, creating a nauseating combination.

“Well... I didn't know you'd find out too soon, dear.”Ares tilts his head, his tone mocking as his hands remain resting on his secretary's waist.“Since you're here, I think you should know that it's time for you to go. I will be serving the divorce papers.”