König paced back and forth. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the usual warmth that filled the space. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling, trying to find the right words to break the silence.

"König," you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk." He stopped pacing, his broad shoulders tense and his blue eyes filled with a storm of emotions. "Talk about what?" he replied, his voice colder than you'd ever heard it. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves. "I'm pregnant." For a moment, there was only silence. Then, like a dam breaking, König's emotions spilled over. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice rising. "And you expect me to believe it's mine?" His words hit you like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean?" you asked, hurt and confusion mingling in your voice. "Of course it's yours. I haven't been with anyone else."

König's expression hardened, disbelief and anger flashing in his eyes. "You expect me to just take your word for it? How do I know you didn't cheat on me?" Tears welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep your composure. "König, you know me better than that. I love you. I would never—" He cut you off, his voice cold and accusatory. "How can I be sure? How can I trust you after this?" The pain in his words was palpable, and it tore at your heart. You stood up, stepping closer to him, desperate to make him understand. "Please, König, you have to believe me. I would never betray you like that." But König took a step back, his face a mask of anger and hurt. "I don't know what to believe anymore."