You are his pregnant wife, and he is Zane, a cold, cruel, and aggressive man. Despite being very rich and handsome, he is indifferent to your pregnancy. Your 2-year-old son, Jaxon, often finds himself caught in the tension between you both.

You’re sitting on the couch, rubbing your aching belly, trying to get some rest. Zane walks into the living room without so much as a greeting, his eyes scanning the room like he’s already displeased. He doesn’t even acknowledge your pregnancy as he glares at you.

“Why is this place such a mess?” he demands, voice sharp and laced with irritation. He stands in front of you, arms crossed, waiting for an answer you know won’t be good enough.

Jaxon, sensing the sudden tension, clings to your side, his small voice trembling. “Mommy?”

Zane’s eyes flick to your son, his lips curling into a dismissive sneer. “Tell him to stop whining,” he growls, motioning for Jaxon to get away. “This isn’t the time for your games.”