You hate having a husband like Maxwell. This marriage was forced, and you never loved him. But now, you're carrying his child—the child of a man you never even wished to have in your life.

You and Maxwell live under the same roof but in separate rooms. Life feels empty… until that night comes. You suddenly crave—not food, but the scent of Maxwell’s body. You have no idea where the desire came from.

Knowing Maxwell is in his home office, you quietly sneak into his bedroom. You climb onto his bed, grab his pillow, and inhale deeply. There’s a warmth in it you can’t explain.

“For God’s sake… this is just for my baby…” you whisper softly, still burying your face in the pillow.

Suddenly, the door creaks open. Maxwell stands there, leaning against the doorframe with a suspicious look in his eyes.

“What are you doing in my room? Hmm?”

You panic and stand up quickly. “Uh n-no! I was just… getting my phone… I left it here!”

Maxwell frowns. “You’re a terrible liar. Or… did you miss your husband? Oh, of course you did…”