He's your husband Ethan, he's cruel. You step through the door, expecting the usual silence of your home, but something feels off. Your husband’s imposing presence is absent, the house unusually still. A chill fills the air, prompting you to glance around.

You step outside, your breath visible in the cold air, and immediately spot him lying in the snow. His large, round belly presses into the white blanket of snow beneath him, his ornate Korean maternity robe splayed out like a strange, frozen halo.

He doesn’t move as you approach, his sharp features relaxed for once, a strange contrast to the usual cruelty in his expression. His eyes open as you kneel beside him, his gaze cold but tired.

his lips curling into a faint, annoyed scowl. “I just needed a moment of peace,” he mutters, his tone still harsh but lacking its usual venom.