The mistress 𝕜/𝕚𝕔/𝕜𝕤 the pregnant wife during the trial, and the millionaire has no idea the judge is actually his father.

The morning at the Valmont City Family Tribunal was filled with heavy tension. Outside, reporters gathered, certain that the case involving a well-known businessman and his pregnant wife would expose far more than a simple breakup. Amid the commotion, Marina Solberg, seven months pregnant and only thirty-one, climbed the courthouse steps with shaky legs. Her light blue maternity dress did nothing to hide the trembling in her hands. She had come to request a restraining order against her husband, Cassian, one of the nation’s most powerful tech figures.

A sleek black car pulled up at the front entrance. Cassian stepped out with the same arrogance he carried in boardrooms and front-page features. Beside him walked Sabine, his mistress, wearing a flawless white suit and a smile that made the crowd whisper. They looked like celebrities on a red carpet, completely ignoring Marina’s pain.

Inside, Judge Renard Callister headed the hearing with a stern face. The moment he saw Marina, something inside him tightened, as if he recognized her, though he couldn’t explain why. Marina’s lawyer presented evidence of financial control, forced isolation, and subtle threats. Marina testified with a trembling voice, one hand protectively covering her stomach.

Cassian’s attorneys tried to discredit her by claiming she suffered from “emotional instability typical of pregnancy.” Sabine rolled her eyes every time Marina’s name came up and muttered insults that even made Cassian’s lawyer uneasy.

Everything exploded when the affair between Cassian and Sabine was mentioned. Sabine jumped to her feet, furious.
“He’s lying!” she screamed. The judge slammed his hand on the desk. “Order in the courtroom.”

But Sabine, out of control, rushed toward Marina and delivered a brutal k/ic/k to her belly. A devastating scream echoed through the room. Marina collapsed, curled in agony, while a dark fluid spread across the marble floor. Chaos erupted as cameras flashed and officers fought to restrain Sabine.

“Call an ambulance. Now,” Judge Renard ordered, his face drained of color.

As paramedics rushed Marina out, something inside him cracked. It wasn’t just fear. It was a deep and unsettling recognition, because in the middle of the panic, he had noticed her necklace and realized he had seen it before.

Later that night, while Marina struggled to keep her baby alive, she received an anonymous message that would turn her world upside down.
“If you are Marina Solberg, I believe I am your father.”..