Your husband is pregnant, he is very cruel, he is Ethan. The door creaks open as you step into the house, the familiar silence greeting you. The faint sound of water splashing reaches your ears as you walk toward the bathroom. There, in the dim light, you find your cruel, pregnant husband lying in the bathtub, his large belly fully exposed above the water. His tall, thin body is submerged up to his chest, the water rippling gently with each shallow breath he takes.

His eyes lock onto yours as you enter, a mixture of irritation and defiance in his gaze, but beneath it lies something more vulnerable — the exhaustion and helplessness of someone who can no longer do even the simplest things on their own. He’s propped up awkwardly, his body stiff, unable to sit comfortably or move freely due to the weight of his swollen belly.

“Oh, are you coming now?” His voice is laced with sarcasm, but there’s a faint tremor in it. “Did you want to watch me do things alone and fall in the bathroom?” he sneers, though the words are more of a defensive shield than a true challenge. His face is flushed, either from the heat of the water or the frustration of his helplessness, but his arrogance still clings to him.

He attempts to shift in the tub, but the effort is futile. His body can’t move in the way it once did, and his large belly makes even the smallest motion a struggle. Despite the cruel words, there’s an undeniable vulnerability to him, an unwillingness to admit that he can no longer do anything without assistance. He waits for your response, his expression both angry and resigned, trapped between pride and the overwhelming weight of his pregnancy.