Chapter 1

Jackson Price left a cake and a prenatal report on the table, then strode out of the room arrogantly.

My eyes lingered on the date of conception, and the silence weighed heavily on me.

Three months ago, when Jarrett Group was at a critical stage in developing a new drug, my wife, Keira Jarrett, told me she had aborted our child for the sake of the company's future.

Yet three months later, Keira was 12 weeks pregnant with another man's child.

While I was chained to the lab night after night, working myself to the bone for that drug, Keira had been bringing Jackson into our home.

Every corner of our home—the couch, the bathroom, the balcony, even under our wedding portrait—had become a stage for their betrayal.

The home I once cherished for its warmth now filled me with nothing but revulsion.

The entryway light flicked on. Keira stumbled inside, the stench of alcohol clinging to her.

Her brow furrowed at the sight of the cake on the dining table, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

She held out a watch, her voice soft and tender as always, though the perfume she wore was unmistakably Jackson's favorite.

"Vacher Consta. Their latest model. Do you like it? Oh, it's past midnight," she added quickly. "I guess it's not a birthday present anymore."

My gaze fell on the watch, and I froze. I had never cared much for luxury brands, but this one was burned into my memory.

Jackson had worn the same model earlier today, showing it off like a trophy of his victory over me.

Was this just another of the same model, or the exact one he had worn earlier?

Either way, it didn't matter.

I forced the bile down and turned to Keira, keeping my voice level. "We need to talk."

Keira took my tone as sulking, irritation flickering in her eyes. "Jack was just trying to surprise you. He didn't know you don't celebrate birthdays. I've already chewed him out for it."

She sighed. "Liam, can you stop making a big deal out of this? I'm exhausted."

She rubbed her temples, her face etched with weary frustration, as if I were the one being unreasonable.

Before I could say another word, her ringing phone beat me to it.

Keira glanced at the screen, then eagerly tapped out a reply. A smile spread across her face as she disappeared into the bedroom.

As I watched her retreating figure, a laugh escaped me, bitter and hollow.

Ten years together, seven years married. We had built everything from scratch, but Keira was no longer the young woman who used to whisper sweet promises to me every night.

Now, in her place stood the CEO she had become, who had no time left for me.