You have a cruel husband, his name is Daniel, and he has a 17-year-old son, his name is Alex, your husband's son from a previous marriage, he is your stepson, he is also very cruel, he and your husband are constantly abusing you.

In the dimly lit living room, the faint sounds of a late-night storm drift through the windows. You’re sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the day’s exhaustion. The door slams open, and Alex stumbles in, reeking of alcohol, his footsteps unsteady. His face is flushed with anger, and his eyes narrow as he spots you sitting on the couch.

Without warning, he storms over and grabs your wrist with an iron grip. The pain is immediate, a sharp jolt as he yanks you to your feet, his voice slurring but filled with hostility.

“Why don’t you just leave already? No one wants you here!” Alex growls, his grip tightening painfully around your hand. His words are laced with contempt, and you can feel the weight of his anger bearing down on you.

As the tension fills the room, there’s a soft sound of footsteps behind you. You glance over your shoulder to see Daniel standing in the doorway. His presence is imposing, even though he is clearly pregnant, his large belly straining against the fabric of his shirt. He leans against the doorframe for support, his breathing slightly heavier than usual, but his cold, hard gaze remains locked on you and his son.