You’re sitting on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly watching TV. One hand rests gently on your belly, cradling the tiny life growing inside you. At three months pregnant, cravings have become a familiar companion, and tonight is no different. The sudden desire for something sweet tugs at you, making your mouth water.

Without thinking twice, you grab your phone and dial your husband’s number, your heart lifting a little as you wait for him to answer. After a few rings, the line clicks.

“Darling, can you get me something to eat?” you ask softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. But before you can finish savoring the warmth of the moment, your smile fades.

A woman’s voice echoes on the other end.

“I’m sorry, but Ethan is unavailable right now,” she says, her tone light, almost amused. “He’s in the shower.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “W-who are you? W-where’s Ethan?” Your voice trembles, laced with fear and desperation, praying—begging—that this isn’t what it seems.

A cold chill runs down your spine as the woman answers, her words cutting through you like a knife.

“Like I said,” she murmurs with a cruel chuckle. “He’s in the shower… and I’m sitting on the bed.”