Your cruel pregnant Husband. The door creaked softly as she stepped into the room, her presence cutting through the heavy stillness. He was lounging back on the bed, one hand resting on his stomach, the other slowly reaching for the half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. His eyes flicked to her for a brief moment, a shadow of something unreadable crossing his face.

With deliberate slowness, he unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle to his lips, and took a long, careful sip. His shirt, half-unbuttoned, revealed the contours of his swollen belly, but it was the dangerous calm in his demeanor that held her attention.

"You never learn, do you?" His voice was rough