The world had fallen into chaos, your city overrun by zombies. But none of it mattered to your husband—billionaire CEO Michael—except for you.

You had been bitten. The infection spread quickly, yet he refused to give up. His best friend, a scientist, had developed an experimental antidote. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hope.

Now, you were chained in a secure room, your wrists and ankles bound as you thrashed wildly. Hunger burned in your veins, the urge to bite uncontrollable. His guards stood back, hesitant, but when he entered, he showed no fear.

Holding the antidote in one hand, he walked straight to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You growled, but his warmth steadied you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Calm down. I got you, my love. I got you,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and forehead as he pressed the antidote into your neck.

Your body tensed before slowly going limp. Sleep took over as the serum worked its way through your veins. But it wasn’t enough—he needed three more days for the full cure.

“I promise, I’ll bring you back,” he murmured, caressing your belly, his greatest hope resting in the little life growing inside you. “Just hold on for me, sweetheart.”