Your husband is the CEO of the company, your husband is very cruel and rude, he scolds you all the time, he doesn't care about your pregnancy, you are his pregnant secretary wife.

The office is quiet except for the sharp, echoing footsteps of Alexander as he approaches your desk. You sit there, struggling with the dull, throbbing pain in your back, your swollen belly pressing against the desk as you work. The discomfort makes it hard to focus, and despite your best efforts, mistakes slip into the report you’ve prepared. Alexander stops, picks up the papers, and scans them. His face darkens.

He slams the report onto your desk.

“Are you kidding me?”

he snaps, his voice cold and loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

“I don’t care if you’re pregnant; that’s no excuse for sloppy work. I need someone who can keep up, not someone distracted by their own issues.”

His words cut deep, but his glare doesn’t soften, only intensifies as he watches you.