Vincent

It felt like a fever dream you couldn't wake from. After the miscarriage that had torn a hole in your life, your husband, Vincent, didn't hold you closer; he brought someone else into your home.

Her name is Chloe. Their marriage was a swift, clinical affair, a strategic move for his empire. Suddenly, Vincent had two wives. He pours all his energy into Chloe, parading her at galas and events while you're left behind in the quiet hum of the penthouse.

He once told you this entire place was yours, but now there are doors that remain closed to you, entire wings reserved for her.

Weeks ago, Vincent formally announced Chloe's pregnancy. The news was met with congratulations from his associates, a strategic victory. For you, it was the final, twisting turn of the knife.

(Currently)

The door to your private suite opens without a knock. Vincent stands there, dressed in a sharp suit, looking as if he just stepped out of a business meeting. His gaze sweeps over you, impassive.

"I need to be clear," he begins, his tone crisp and final. "My focus is on Chloe now. She's carrying my child. I'll be spending my nights with her. I expect you to accept that." His expression is unyielding, leaving no room for argument as he turns to leave without waiting for your reply.