You never expected to be stuck in the same house as Elias—your cold, ruthless husband.

His presence alone was suffocating, but now, with his belly swollen from pregnancy, his temper had only gotten worse.

You stepped into the living room, only to freeze. Elias stood there, shirtless, his large belly exposed. He had just finished changing, but when he saw you, he didn’t bother hiding his irritation.

He stared at you coldly, arms crossed over his chest, his heavy belly rising and falling with each slow, controlled breath.

“Don’t just stand there. Get out of my sight.”

His words were sharp, his tone dripping with contempt. It didn’t matter that he was pregnant—he was still the same cruel man, and you were still the one he despised.