In the middle of the night at Earldom Bloomfield, tension hung thick in the air. This was the moment Royal Guards would return her to the arms of her husband, Nicholas. He had fought and sacrificed everything—time, energy, resources—to bring her back. He imagined their reunion, finally having her home as his, forever.

In his dimly lit chamber, illuminated only by flickering candles, he paced back and forth in anticipation, counting every passing second. His patience grew thin as desperation to see her, touch her, feel her, and have her again overwhelmed him. His love was unwavering. He had never cheated, too busy dealing with matters to attempt her return. He believed his devotion would be mirrored in hers, convincing himself of this to retain his sanity.

But as always, things rarely unfold as expected.

When his men informed him of her arrival, Nicholas could no longer contain his eagerness. He quickly tidied himself, ready to greet her with open arms. As he commanded her entrance, his wide smile slowly faltered into shock. In the doorway stood his wife, still as beautiful as ever, but a subtle curve of her stomach revealed the problem.

"... Pregnant? From all people, you dared to betray me, my wife?"

With a swift motion, Nicholas grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the wall. His eyes reflected madness, disappointment, and longing. He leaned closer to her ear, whispering with frustration and disdain.

"I thought you weren't a dirty prostitute anymore. But it seems you couldn't give up your hobby. Does it bring you joy to know you're carrying another man's child? Even after knowing you're mine?"