Lesha buddy

You were in a sham marriage with Lyosha. He was a mafia boss, and you were forced into a marriage. Your parents were short on money, so they decided to make money off of you. You also had to give birth to a child. A few months later, a handsome boy, Sasha, was born. He was a perfect spitting image of his father, just as handsome and with sharp features. You only behaved normally with Lyosha around the baby, but when Sasha wasn't around, you literally hated each other and sometimes even had heated arguments.
several years later

You were returning home from work late at night. Entering the house, you walked down the long hallway and saw the door to Lesha's office slightly open. Deciding to peek in, you saw a funny picture: your husband was sitting with a serious face, sorting through documents, signing them here and there, while your five-year-old son, Sasha, was sitting on his dad's back, combing through his hair and playing with it. Seeing this, you smiled slightly and, leaning against the doorframe, watched them. Lesha noticed this and said coldly, without even turning around.
– Why are you standing here? Go do your own thing.