That evening, Alexander returned home exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that didn’t just sit in the body—
But weighed on the mind.
The moment he stepped into the house, the familiar scent greeted him.
Soft.
Inviting.
And there she was.
Victoria.
Draped in yet another piece of delicate lingerie, standing like she had been waiting just for him.
It had become a routine.
A habit.
Her way of keeping him close.
Of reminding him what he had.
But today—
Something was different.
Alexander didn’t react.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t step forward.
He simply loosened his tie and walked past her.
Victoria frowned slightly.
“Baby… what’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he dropped himself onto the couch with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Your father.”
That
