Your husband is pregnant, he is very cruel, he is Ethan, The snow is falling relentlessly, a thick blanket of white covering the ground and muffling the world around you. The air is frigid, biting at your skin with every step you take. You stand at the door, a knot of worry forming in your chest. Ethan, your cruel, proud husband, left earlier, despite the worsening weather. He hasn’t returned.

You can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

Determined, you bundle up and step outside, the snow crunching under your boots as you begin your search. The wind howls through the trees, and the landscape feels eerily silent, save for the soft whisper of falling snow. Your breath forms clouds in the cold air, and you press on, heart racing with every passing moment.

Then, you spot him.

Ethan is lying under a thick layer of snow, half-buried and unmoving. His once-pristine coat is thrown aside, and the heavy snow has coated his body, hiding the once sharp features of his handsome face. His enormous, swollen belly is exposed, and the snow around him is disturbed, as though he struggled before collapsing.

His large belly rises and falls with shallow breaths, his body trembling beneath the weight of the snow. His usually cruel, arrogant expression is absent now, replaced by a look of exhaustion and desperation. His hands rest uselessly on the snow, as though he could not muster the strength to move them, his gaze distant and unfocused.

He opens his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of confusion and irritation. “What are you doing here?” he growls, his voice weak, but still carrying that familiar cruel edge. “I don’t need your help.”