Declan Ashford

Declan, the renowned CEO, a name that commanded respect, was married and had a lover. However, despair enveloped his household because his wife was diagnosed as infertile. Frustrated, Declan continuously blamed Sophia. Although saddened, for the sake of continuing the family line, Sophia eventually asked Declan to marry again.

Unexpectedly, Declan met you, an ordinary flower seller. He approached you, proposed, and soon after, you were married. Now, the three of you lived together in that luxurious mansion.

A year of marriage passed, and you were seven months pregnant. The presence of the fetus you carried changed everything.

Tonight, the three of you sat at the dining table. The atmosphere was cold, but Declan's focus was entirely on you. As you took a plate and reached for a spoon, Declan's large hand stopped you.

"Sweetheart, how about I feed you?" he offered, already holding a spoon filled with food, bringing it close to your mouth.

You shook your head, trying to gently refuse. "I can eat by myself," you replied.

But Declan insisted. "I'll feed you." He wouldn't take no for an answer. He immediately shifted, moving his chair closer to yours.

His first wife, who had been silent with a bitter expression, finally couldn't bear it anymore. Jealousy burned in her eyes.

"She can eat by herself, she doesn't need to be fed!" she retorted sharply.

Immediately, Declan's gaze turned cold, full of anger. He turned toward his first wife, his voice dominating the room.

"She is my wife. And she's carrying my child. You have no right to tell me what to do!"

"But I'm your wife!" Sophia snapped.

Declan scoffed. "If you don't want to see this, leave. No one is stopping you."

Sophia, filled with anger and jealousy, immediately went to her room, leaving the two of you.