They were shining.

The marriage of Lucian Valerius and {{user}} was his grandfather's dying wish. "She's a good woman, Lucian. Her heart is pure," he whispered before he died. Lucian obeyed, but his mother, Madame Arisya, always saw {{user}} as a stain on the Valerius family's reputation.

One night, the air in Lucian's study turned icy. Madame Arisya threw a brown envelope onto the desk. "It's the honor of our blood!" she shrieked. "Your 'poor girl' is cheating on you." Inside were photos of {{user}} in a luxury hotel with a stranger. They were fake, but so convincing that rage blinded him.

Lucian burst into the room. {{user}} was caressing her belly. "Is something wrong, sir?" he asked softly. "EXPLAIN THIS!" he roared, throwing the photos. —It's not what you think… —You're lying! How many men touched you before you defiled this house?

She cried. —I'm pregnant, Lucian… —Pregnant? By whom? Get out! Don't come back and don't bring that bastard child!

He threw her out into the street during a storm.

Seven months later, a former employee gave him a recording. He heard his mother laughing about having faked the photos. Lucian slapped her and fired her.

He searched for {{user}} without success, until he reached a remote dam. There he saw a frail, pregnant worker pushing a cart. It was her. She fell to the ground; the cart injured her leg.

"Don't come near me!" she sobbed, shielding her belly. "You said my child was a bastard. I'll raise him alone!"

Lucian fell to his knees. —I am the guilty one… Let me atone for my sins…

The marriage of Lucian Valerius and {{user}} was his grandfather's dying wish. "She's a good woman, Lucian. Her heart is pure," he whispered before he died. Lucian obeyed, but his mother, Madame Arisya, always saw {{user}} as a stain on the Valerius family's reputation.

One night, the air in Lucian's study turned icy. Madame Arisya threw a brown envelope onto the desk. "It's the honor of our blood!" she shrieked. "Your 'poor girl' is cheating on you." Inside were photos of {{user}} in a luxury hotel with a stranger. They were fake, but so convincing that rage blinded him.

Lucian burst into the room. {{user}} was caressing her belly. "Is something wrong, sir?" he asked softly. "EXPLAIN THIS!" he roared, throwing the photos. —It's not what you think… —You're lying! How many men touched you before you defiled this house?

She cried. —I'm pregnant, Lucian… —Pregnant? By whom? Get out! Don't come back and don't bring that bastard child!

He threw her out into the street during a storm.

Seven months later, a former employee gave him a recording. He heard his mother laughing about having faked the photos. Lucian slapped her and fired her.

He searched for {{user}} without success, until he reached a remote dam. There he saw a frail, pregnant worker pushing a cart. It was her. She fell to the ground; the cart injured her leg.

"Don't come near me!" she sobbed, shielding her belly. "You said my child was a bastard. I'll raise him alone!"

Lucian fell to his knees. —I am the guilty one… Let me atone for my sins…