"Why don't you go and play in your room while I cook dinner?" I ask Parker, who still seems a little shaken after today after everything he has learnt. I'm burning with anger, knowing I'm going to kill Eric the moment Parker is out of sight. What a fucking asshole he is for telling Parker the truth without me there. It was bad enough without him having to tell Parker that Luke is a bad person. That wasn't fair, and I feel like it's made Parker distrust Luke without giving him a fair chance. Everything was tense for the rest of the day and Parker only really smiled at Luke when he gave him a drink of fizzy pop. I thought it was sweet that he remembered Parker asking for a pop at the wedding.

"What is for dinner?" he asks.

"What do you want? It’s your choice, Hun," I reply, kicking my shoes off and taking Parker’s coat off him. I put them away as he thinks about it.

"Pizza from the man at the door," Parker says with a big grin on his face.

"Pizza takeaway you mean," I say, shaking my head. Of course, he would ask for that. "It's a deal. I’ll order our usual." Parker fist bumps the air before running up the stairs and to his room. I take Luke's jacket off, pausing for a moment to stare at it before placing it on the hook. I didn’t even notice I was still wearing it when I left. After hooking the jacket up, I slide my shoes off and pull my phone out of my back pocket, quickly calling the pizza takeaway and ordering food for me and Parker. I walk through the house and get to the study, where I can hear moans through the door. I push the door open, seeing my dear husband fucking his assistant over the desk. The blonde woman is holding onto the desk, her dress pushed up to her hips as he pounds in and out of her, and luckily, I can only see his bare ass.

"We need to talk," I say, rather loudly.

"Fucking hell," Eric stutters, turning to look at me leaning against the door with my arms crossed. I try not to smile as they both rush to pull their clothes on and the pretty blonde woman doesn't meet my eyes once before she runs out of the room past me. Eric finishes doing up his trousers before giving me a slightly guilty expression.

"I didn't know you'd be home tonight," he admits.

"You told Parker!" I growl. "I don't care what you do, who you fuck in my home, but what you tell my son is important to me!"

"Luke King is no dad for a kid like him," he resorts. “I was telling Parker the truth. His father is a monster.”

"Is this just jealousy?" I ask. "He isn't just yours. Luke isn't taking him from you."

"He is going to take everything from me, but I'm not going to make it easy," Eric frustrated shouts.

"You are acting like a goddamn child!" I growl.

"Don't push me or tell me what to do, Emilia. You’re just a pretty face I bought off Arthur in exchange for letting him do whatever he wants," he replies. I walk straight up to him and slap him hard across the face, the force snapping his head to the side.

"I married you because I had no fucking choice. I detest you as much you hate me, but I will not let my son be the victim in this. Push me, and I will leave you. Fuck the consequences," I warn him, and I mean every single word.

"You wouldn't dare, you know why?" he says, roughly grabbing my chin. "I'd take your son from you and ruin everything. Arthur would help me, you know it. I know it."

"You are a bastard," I spit out.

"I won't lose my son," he says, showing me a vulnerable expression, before letting my chin go and walking past me down the corridor.

"You and Luke...keep it quiet," he pauses to say, shocking me a little bit before he walks away. I rest my head on the wall, taking in deep breaths before I can do nothing but burst into tears. I slide down the wall, wrapping my arms around my knees as I try to control the sobbing escaping my lips. I rest my head on my knees, wishing there was a way to escape this all, but I know there isn't.