Lucious stood by the side while Dayna checked on his child. Natasha sat on the bed, her eyes occasionally darting towards Lucious. Anger bubbled within her, but she tried her best to control it. She couldn't believe he'd left her and his child to spend the night with Haven—in her own home.

First, he moved her to this stupid apartment and allowed that stupid woman to stay in her own house against her wishes. Natasha was still his wife; she deserved every bit of love from him, but Lucious's mind was on Haven only.

For the past few days, she used their child as an excuse to get him to stay with her in her apartment, but now she was running out of excuses. She couldn't hold him back any longer, and that was why she did what she did.

"What's wrong, Dayna?" Lucious spoke up, his worried eyes moved from his son's pale face to Dayna's.

"Yes, tell us," Natasha feigned concern as Dayna got up. The tears in her eyes were dry now. "Is he okay? What happened to my child? Why is he suddenly running a temperature?"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. I think he's having an allergic reaction to something again."

"Again?" Lucious frowned, glancing at Natasha briefly, and returned his gaze to Dayna. "You monitor the type of food he eats, Dayna, and for the milk, his mother takes care of that. I don't understand how this keeps happening."

"I don't understand either," Dayna glanced at Natasha. "I can't seem to figure out how this occurrence keeps happening, and the reason for it." She turned to the Alpha, " But you shouldn't worry too much, Alpha. I've given him some medication; he'll be fine by morning."

Lucious nodded as Dayna bade them goodnight and left. His eyes returned to Natasha, who walked up to him. She glanced back at their child and sniffed, "Will he be okay?"

"Dayna said he'll be fine, so you don't have to worry anymore."

"Where are you going?" A frown settled on Natasha's face when she saw him turn to leave. " Don't tell me you're going back to her."

"Where I go is none of your business, woman," Lucious hissed in annoyance. "Just go to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day," He started off again, but stopped when Natasha held his arm.

"I can't believe you want to leave me and our child and go back to that woman side—"

"That woman," He slowly removed her hands from his arm, "Is my mate. I am meant to be by her side," He failed to notice how Natasha clenched her fists.

"And this will be my last warning, don't you ever think of laying your Filthy hands on me again," Lucious warned, eyes glaring at her in disgust.

"But I am your wife!" Natasha said rightfully

"Was," Lucious corrected, "Was"

"I still am," She pressed on, but he was already leaving.

"Wait!" She suddenly yelled out, thinking of what to do. She can't allow him to leave just like that. Natasha had even gone the extra mile to feed a small quantity of drugs to her child to make him fall sick. That was the cause of the allergic reaction he's had for so long. She did all of that just so Lucious could stay back and not go to Haven, so how could he think she would watch him leave quietly?

"I'm– I'm scared." Her voice lowered, and she peered up to look at Lucious. He had stopped, his back turned to her, but she knew he was listening.

"Wha–what if something happens to our son while you're not here? I was so scared earlier, I–I won't know what to do, I'm really, really scared." She burst into a fresh wave of tears, peaking at Lucious to see if her act affected him in any way. He still had his back to her, but Natasha saw him deep in thought.

She knew Lucious like the back of her hand; she knew the right buttons to push. A single word about his lovely son will make him go weak in the knees. That was how much Lucious loved his son.

Lucious clenched his fist and turned around to face the crying Natasha. "I'll stay. You can stop crying now. Nothing will happen to him." He walked past her and went to check on his son, who was sleeping peacefully. Natasha came to join him, the smirk plastered on her face disappeared the moment Lucious turned around.

"You should get some rest, too. I'll be in the other room in case you need anything."

"Can't you stay here at least? Please," Natasha insisted. She didn't know why Lucious never slept in her room; he'd never done so once since he started staying here.

"I cannot stand to look at your face, talk more of staying in a room with you," Lucious spat.

"You've stayed with me, in the same room, for more than a decade."

"And yet you still felt the need to be with another man," Lucious pointed out. His heart still pricked whenever he thought about Natasha's betrayal.

"I've apologized for that, I know I made a mistake—"

"Enough!" Lucious didn't want to hear anymore. "Go to bed, I'm leaving," He said before walking out, leaving a hurt and fuming Natasha behind.

Lucious marched to the kitchen to go grab a drink. Merely having a conversation with Natasha made his head throb; he wondered how he would have to put up with her for so long.

If it were up to him, he'd have kicked Natasha out a long time ago, but his son needed her, and it wouldn't be right to separate a small child from his mother.

"Argh!" He groaned and slammed his glass on the kitchen island. He can't bear this anymore. Seeing that cheating bitch every single day of his life was going to be nothing but torture.

It will constantly be a reminder to Lucious that he had failed, he had failed as a husband and couldn't even keep his own wife happy, and lost his beloved wife to a mere rogue!

And to Lucious, nothing was a greater insult than that.