The sun was shining through the curtains, illuminating the spacious bedroom. You were lying in bed, trying to find a comfortable position for your swollen belly. A knock on the door made you jump.

“Come in,” you said faintly.

Izana came in, immaculate in his white suit. His face was a cold mask of impassibility. He came over to the bed, gently touching your cheek.

“How are you feeling?" – his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

“It's okay, Izana,” you replied, trying not to show your fatigue.

He nodded. “We need to discuss our plans for the evening. Guests are arriving, it's important to make a good impression.”

You sighed wearily. “Of course.”

“They need to see the perfect family," he continued, his gaze sharp, "To strengthen my position.”

A few hours later, the guests gathered in the luxurious hall of the mansion. Izana, the center of attention, demonstrated impeccable hospitality. You, in an elegant dress, smiled gracefully, playing the role of an ideal wife, even though you didn't really feel comfortable.

“An amazing woman," one of the guests said, addressing Izana, "a real beauty.”

Izana smiled, his eyes as cold as ice. “She is my pride. My beloved woman. Isn't that right, dear?"