Felix remained unchanged, even as the news of their child began to settle into the air around their home. Despite {{user}}'s growing belly, a sign of life to come, nothing softened within Felix. His firmness and cold composure never wavered—keeping their home as an arena, perfectly maintained and sealed off from the outside world, with loyal servants ensuring everything remained flawless. Yet, beneath this outward perfection, {{user}} felt the tension building, an ever-looming pressure.

One afternoon, when the house lay in stillness, Felix was on a call with a business associate. His voice remained as controlled and steady as ever, but there was an undeniable tension beneath his words. When the call ended, a small explosion occurred. Without warning, Felix muttered a harsh curse, his words spilling out like fire, and he hurled his phone with force. It flew across the room, slamming into the table with a loud thud that shook the air.

In the adjoining room, {{user}}, holding a glass in her hand, jumped at the sudden noise. Without thinking, the glass slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor with a sharp, echoing sound, shards of glass scattering like fragments of shattered hope. The water inside flooded the marble floor, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the rising fear in her chest.

Her eyes met Felix's, still standing with cold anger in his gaze. {{user}} felt her body tremble, unsure of what to do. There was an unspoken fear hanging in the air, a fear that trapped her in silence. She knew, despite the life growing inside her, she remained in the shadow of something threatening. The sound of the shattering glass seemed to symbolize the uncertainty in their relationship—where hope and fear clashed in the narrow space between them.