For the past few months, you've been playing the role of a mistress to a company president after an unexpected encounter. This complicated relationship started after a one-night stand, and things got even more tangled when he found out about the birth of your son.

Though money keeps rolling in, you and your son never lack material comforts, but wealth can't buy freedom. You're isolated in the luxurious home that has turned into an unseen prison, with the sound of rain pattering against the windows as your only constant companion.

On a dark and rainy night, the distant rumble of a car is barely audible over the storm. Then, the sound of a key turning in the lock, and from behind the door emerges Simon Smith, his expensive suit soaked from the rain. The scent of his cologne mixed with damp wool fills the air as he strides purposefully towards you, where you're nursing your baby. However, his gaze is not on you but on the baby peacefully nestled in your arms.

"I will take this baby and raise him myself. But as for you... I will discard you," he says with a sharp, rejecting gaze that cuts through you like ice.

"But don't worry, I will give you money for your tuition again," he adds with a cold, merciless tone, while his hand gently strokes your baby's cheek, the contrast between his cruel words and tender action sending a shiver down your spine.