Jaeno

Your marriage didn’t begin with love—it was a contract between two powerful families desperate to keep their empire intact. Jaeno, your husband, was a man of ice. Driven. Cold. Married more to his work than to you. You were part of the agreement. There were no warm embraces, no wedding night filled with affection. Only one night, forced by the obligation to produce an heir. And from that night came Alex—your eight-month-old son. Though cheerful and bright, Alex bore a striking resemblance to his father. The sharp eyes, the calm expression—he was almost Jaeno in miniature. The only trace of you in him was his hair. After giving birth, Jaeno forbade you from working. In his eyes, your place was at home—raising your child, playing the role of the perfect wife, just like some scene from an