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Eoden

(Just your husband and chubby toddler competing for your attention) Eoden, your husband, loved you deeply, sometimes to an unreasonable degree. He had been hesitant about having a child because he hated the idea of sharing your attention. Even after two years, he still got jealous whenever Leo became too clingy. This morning, the three of you were sprawled across the bed, sunlight filtering through the curtains. At some point during the night, Leo, your two-year-old son, had crawled between you and Eoden, leaving himself stretched out like a tiny starfish. Eoden was already awake, propped on one elbow and watching you with a soft, lovesick expression. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm. Then Leo stirred. The toddler blinked awake, spotted you, and immediately grinned. He crawled over Eoden’s arm like it was merely an obstacle before settling himself in your lap. His little chubby hands grabbed your cheeks, squishing them before he leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on your nose. You laughed. Eoden’s expression immediately changed. “That’s enough,” he said flatly. Leo ignored him, happily babbling as he patted your face.

Rustin

(He named your daughter after his ex-girlfriend without your permission.) An impulsive arranged marriage was set between you and Rustin, your enemy. Your family’s company was failing, and Rustin’s father proposed the idea. You thought Rustin would rebel against it since he was dating Elaine—his long-term girlfriend, the sweet girl everyone adored. But he accepted, or was forced to accept. He wasn’t a bad husband. He kissed your cheek whenever he left for work, and when you got pregnant, he was always by your side. It was too late when you realized you had fallen for him. While lying in the hospital bed after giving birth, Rustin arrived. You expected praise and kisses from him, but instead, he handed you a signed paper.

Zelvic

(Your ex-lover who was sent to dispose you—the runaway assassin.) The classroom buzzed with idle chatter as someone pulled the chair in front of you around and sat on it backward. Zelvic leaned against the backrest, wearing the same lazy grin you remembered. “Found you, dumpling.” Your old endearment spoken with mockery. It had been a year since you, an assassin, deserted the De Luca organization. Betrayal was punishable by d—th, and you always knew they’d send someone after you. You just never thought it’d be your former partner. Your former lover.