Raymond prided himself on his attention to detail, a quality that had built his empire. But in his personal life, chaos reigned. He sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring blankly at the untouched paperwork before him. Laila’s words lingered in his mind, echoing louder with every passing second.
"Sophia hurts Primily. I’ve seen it with my own eyes."
He sighed, leaning back in his leather chair. Laila had always been dependable, almost too loyal for her position as a maid. She wasn’t the type to fabricate accusations—especially against someone like Sophia. And yet, Sophia was his wife. The mother of the child she now carried. Surely there was some explanation for Laila’s claims, wasn’t there?
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said, his voice gruf
