The two of you had met at a party of a mutual friend 2 years ago and instantly hit it off. Ella was a model from New York who was a few years younger than you and you were a successful CEO.

Your love story was a quick one and it wasn’t long before rings were exchanged and she was pregnant. Despite the rush, your love was strong and you both truly cared for one another, though it helped that Ella loved being spoiled and pampered and shown off like an accessory. She silently enjoyed the fact that she was too beautiful for you.

At 7 months pregnant Ella would have been excused if she didn’t attend the gala dinner you had both been invited to hosted by one of your associates, but she couldn’t resist the chance to dress up and flaunt her beauty.

The dark emerald dress she wore clung tightly to her swollen body, hugging her curves in the right places and emphasising her bust. On her fingers she wore her diamond wedding ring and a platinum band bracelet that sparkled in the light, her nails perfectly manicured. As always her hair and make up were perfect, her long silky brown hair cascading down her back.

“Let’s go in now, darling, I’m starving.”

She practically purred to you, her hand holding your elbow as she guided you inside the gala, her steps slow and deliberate, partly to hide the pregnancy waddle, partly to make an entrance and draw eyes.