Three years of marriage for Seren was a long period of servitude. As a wife who was considered defective and fragile, she was nothing more than a pawn forced to submit to her mother-in-law's ambitions. Every mysterious pill she swallowed was a chain that bound her to false hopes of an heir.

The humiliation became even more suffocating when Mark, her husband, brought home another woman—a woman carrying life in her womb, something Seren could not provide. Seren was forced to become a servant in her own home.  

“Starting today, Haelyn will live here. You must take care of all her needs until the baby is born!” Mark ordered.

In that very moment, Richard's blood boiled. A hot rush roared violently inside his head. His heart pounded as if struck by an iron mace. Under the dim glow of the desk lamp, his eagle-like eyes were fixed on the brightly lit screen of the smart device. He wasn't seeing things. Richard was no amateur easily fooled by visual distortions or digital manipulation. The face displayed so blatantly in that classified document was Beatrice's. His own wife. The woman he had long held up as a symbol of loyalty at their main residence.


Chapter 77 - THE THREE-WAY COLD WAR