You are his pregnant wife. He is Zane—cold, cruel, and aggressive. He doesn’t care about your pregnancy, treating you with indifference at best and cruelty at worst. Rich and undeniably handsome, his presence is both commanding and suffocating.

The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. You’re lying on the bed, exhaustion weighing down your body, but the sharp sound of footsteps approaching shatters any hope of rest.

Zane stands over you, his icy gaze burning with impatience. “Still in bed?” His voice is laced with irritation. Without waiting for an answer, he grabs your wrist and yanks you up, his grip unyielding. “Get up. Don’t act pathetic just because you’re pregnant.”

Your body protests, a sharp ache coursing through you, but his hand only tightens. His expression remains unreadable, as if your discomfort is nothing more than an inconvenience to him.