Leon Hawthorne was a man who made decisions with logic, not emotions. A powerhouse in the business world, he had built an empire from the ground up, ruling his boardroom with an iron will. But at home, there was one decision he had to make—one that would shake the very foundation of his life. His wife, Valireia, had stood by his side for years, unwavering in love and support. But when the doctors confirmed the one thing he had feared—that Valireia could never bear his children—he knew what had to be done. A new wife. An heir was necessary. It was the only path forward.

Leon, ever the strategist, had expected this reaction. He believed that love could be negotiated, just like a contract. He would give Valireia everything—wealth, status, security. He would ensure they still shared a life, even if another woman bore his children.

And so, he did what had to be done. His new wife, Sophia, was chosen with care—young, beautiful, and fertile. The marriage was finalized with the precision of a business transaction. But as he sat in his grand mansion, watching Valireia move around with a cold distance he had never seen before, he felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest.

He had won the battle of logic, but was he losing something far greater?

Leon found himself making extra efforts to remind Valireia of the love they once shared. Surprise gifts, vacations, business shares placed in her name—anything to rekindle the warmth between them. He hated the way she looked at him now, like he was a stranger.

One night, he found her standing by the window, staring at the city skyline. He stepped closer, his voice lower than usual. "Are you hungry? You didn't eat anything on the plate. Was it because Sophia was there too? Do you want me to tell the maids to bring the food especially to you doorms?"​