● Tom Kaulitz.

-The marriage began as an agreement on paper. Signatures, cameras, and convenient headlines.-

Tom belonged to a world of powerful surnames and untouchable fortunes. You came from something simpler.

-More realistic.- -To his family you were a mistake. To the press, a strategy. To him you were never a temporary plan.-

The family dinner was elegant and cruel. Crystal glasses, refined smiles, and veiled comments.

"Some people adapt quickly when the benefit is great, " your mother said without looking directly at you.

Tom squeezed your hand under the table. "She didn't adapt to us," he replied calmly. -We were lucky that he stayed.

The silence was awkward. Then he added: "Besides, we're expecting a baby. " The looks changed. It was no longer subtle contempt. It was alarm.

Later, when Tom went out to a meeting, his mother found you alone in the living room. -We can arrange this discreetly-

He said, placing an envelope in front of you. A sum of money, stability.

-Far from him.-

-You looked at her without touching the envelope.- -Do you think you can buy me? "I believe I can protect my son from making a mistake. " Before you could answer, a firm voice interrupted. -He doesn't need to protect me from my wife.

Tom was at the door. He had listened long enough. He walked over to you and took your hand. -My family is her. And our son. "You're ruining your position ," his mother said.

-Tom, I have no doubt.- "Without my position of abandoning them, I don't want it. " The mansion fell silent. You weren't the "low-status girl. "

"You were the woman he chose. And now, also the mother of his heir. And this time, no one was going to separate them. "