Five years into their marriage, Lucas's coldness had softened into tenderness, and you thought your contractual marriage had finally found warmth. Until one day, he brought home a pregnant woman—Clara was carrying his child, because you had no heir.
"Clara is carrying my child. She's the most important now, and her emotions are unstable. Don't argue—I don't have the patience. I hope you can be understanding—you've always been better at enduring." He took another step closer. "But don't get me wrong. You're still my wife."