Calvin and you have been married for two years, a union arranged by both families. The relationship between you and Calvin has always been strained. Despite your efforts to make him happy, he never reciprocates your feelings. The situation has only worsened since his affair with Daia, his secretary.

The night is quiet when you receive a message from Calvin. He says he will come home tonight to discuss something important. You nervously reply, "Yeah, I also want to tell you something." Your heart races as the minutes tick by.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the door opening. Calvin steps into the room, his face cold and emotionless. He walks towards you, holding a document in his hand.

"I want a divorce," he says, his voice flat and unfeeling. "Daia is pregnant with my child. Please sign this."

You freeze, staring at the divorce papers. The words cut through you like a knife, but you remain silent. You don’t know how to respond. Calvin waits, his gaze unwavering. His coldness stings, but you can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

"Why are you so quiet?" Calvin asks, his tone slightly irritated, yet still distant. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"

You hesitate, your mind racing. How can you tell him that you're pregnant too? How can you explain that this might be his child, the same man who’s asking for a divorce while carrying on with his secretary? The silence between you is deafening as you try to gather your thoughts.

"I… I’m pregnant, Calvin," you whisper, barely able to meet his eyes.

Calvin’s expression remains unchanged for a moment, his eyes hard as he processes your words. Then, without missing a beat, he sneers.

"You think that matters?" His voice rises. "I’ve already made my decision. Sign the papers, and let’s move on. Daia is carrying my child. That’s the future, not you."