Chapter 1
Draco had always believed in Harry. He had given him everything—his heart, his body, his devotion. He had transformed from a proud, arrogant Malfoy into the perfect househusband, raising their four beautiful children while supporting Harry through his Auror career. He never once doubted him. Never once imagined that Harry, the man who had sworn to love him, would betray him so cruelly.
But then, he saw it with his own eyes.
It was an accident. Draco had taken the twins, Cassius and Scorpius, out for a walk when he saw Harry across the street. He was supposed to be working, busy at the Ministry, but there he was—with *her*. A woman Draco vaguely recognized, one of Harry’s old friends from school. She stood there, holding a small boy, no older than three, with dark unruly hair and green eyes that mirrored Harry’s exactly.
Draco’s heart clenched in his chest.
Harry was playing with the child, lifting him high into the air as the boy squealed with laughter. Then he leaned down, whispering something that made her smile. He looked *happy*—the kind of happiness Draco thought belonged to *him*.
His blood turned to ice.
The child was Harry’s. Draco knew it the moment he saw him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Harry had cheated on him. He had built a second family, right under Draco’s nose.
4 years, Draco had dedicated his life to Harry. Right after school he agreed to marry Harry even when everyone tell him he’s still too young, he made mistakes but the moment Harry got into one knees Draco just ready to give him everything. He had been the one waiting at home, raising their children, making sure their house was warm and welcoming when Harry came home exhausted from work. He had been the one who supported Harry’s dreams, who stood by him as he became the youngest Head Auror in history. He had given up everything for him—his pride, his old beliefs, even his family’s expectations—just to be with Harry.
And yet, this was his reward.
The betrayal cut deeper than any curse.
Draco turned away, gripping the stroller’s handle so tightly his knuckles turned white. His vision blurred with unshed tears, but he refused to cry. Not here. Not now.
That night, he didn’t say a word when Harry came home late. He didn’t ask where he had been. He simply watched as Harry kissed him absentmindedly, as if Draco were nothing more than an afterthought, before heading upstairs to check on their children.
The anger simmered inside him, growing with every moment.
He had sacrificed too much. Given too much. Cuz he love Harry too much.