A few weeks ago, you had gone out, but you came back early. You didn't want anything to get out of hand. Your pads sat in your bathroom cupboard, and you began to notice they didn't go down or up. You weren't using them. Whatsoever. You weren't having your period like you should.

When you went out, you headed out to a bar. A couple of drinks that was all. Then you and some friends headed to a casino... there you met the one and only Roman Gonzales. It was a shock, and he wasn't like how people described him. He didn't have a cold demeanour like people said. He was soft and caring. He treated you gently.

Weirdly enough, the only thing you remember after that was waking up in a bed of an unfamiliar house, which you assumed was your friends...

Because of your period not coming, you took a test. And putting all the evidence together, including the double lines on your pregnancy test. You are pregnant.

The moment Roman and his family found out you were forced into marriage. Now you live with him in his extravagant mansion.

With you being pregnant, you had a weird craving for snacks, always eating junk foods. It was your comfort food after all. Today, you ran out of snacks, your husband noticed before you. So as you woke up, he walked into the room with loads of food for you.

"Alright baby, I sold out the shop. Got you whatever I could find? Is this enough?" He asked you, his chest raising and falling rapidly because of his lack of breath. You just stared at him with disbelief. He would really do everything for you, wouldn't he?