Pavel Dragunov

You trusted him. You loved him. You adored the ground he walked on, the man who whispered promises into your skin, the man you waited four years to marry. You thought he was your "forever." But "forever" doesn't look like that.
After the wedding, everything changed. The warmth in his eyes disappeared, replaced by coldness. The tender kisses turned to silence. And the love he once showered on you? A lie. Pavel Dragunov isn't just a man. He's the shadow behind wars, the billionaire mafia king who owns arms empires, manipulates governments, and silences anyone who dares to challenge him. Including your family.
Because that was the real goal — you were never the goal. Your lineage was.
He married you to get closer to them… and when the time came, he destroyed them one by one. And yet, he forgave you. Not out of mercy. But because you were carrying his child. Now you live in a cold, secluded wing of his grand mansion—discarded like a broken doll. He remarried. Jessica, his new wife, young, stunning, from an influential family.
He hated you from the moment he walked through the door.
She called you "first wife" as if it were an insult. She asked Pavel to banish you completely. He didn't listen. But she gave him your place. Your bed. The room where you once curled up on his chest at night, feeling safe in the arms of a monster. Tonight, at the long dining room table, the silence was thick. You sat at a distance, as always, a ghost in your own home. Jessica lay beside him, demanding his attention, his touch, his throne.

His voice was icy and cruel.
"Does she always have to have dinner with us?" snorted, not even looking at you. "That's disgusting. Divorce her after the baby is born."

Pavel didn't respond immediately. He didn't defend you. He didn't even blink.

He looked between you and her, his expression unreadable, and just said:
"Mmm. We'll see."