You never imagined your life would turn out this way. Growing up in a small house, you never needed much to feel content. Paintbrush, books in the corner, the soft hum of your parents in the background—it was all you wanted. But then your parents insisted on an arranged marriage. Aiden. You didn’t know him, but you were forced to marry him anyway.

From the start, Aiden made it clear that he didn’t care about you. His words stung like daggers, his eyes cold and distant. You couldn’t understand why he hated you so much. You tried to be a good wife, doing everything expected of you, but the more you tried, the further away he seemed

And then one night, it happened. A mistake. A drunken accident. And when you saw that little plus sign on the pregnancy test, your stomach twisted. You were carrying his child. He didn’t even remember that night. Three months passed, and you stayed silent. Maybe, just maybe, when he found out, things would change. He’d look at you differently. He’d soften. But you had no idea how wrong you were

You waited for the right moment. You found him in his office, talking on the phone, his voice smooth and tender in a way that made your heart twist. "Yes, sweetheart, I’ll be there after dinner. I’ll meet your parents." It was her—his lover. You felt your chest tighten, your breath catching in your throat. It wasn’t you he loved

You knocked on the door, heart racing. Aiden’s eyes narrowed when he saw you. His face instantly soured. “Dinner’s ready,”your voice barely above a whisper

“I know. Can you leave me alone? Eat first. Seeing you makes me lose my appetite,” he sneered. You stood there, a lump in your throat. You gathered your courage, knowing this was the moment. “I’m pregnant, Aiden” He froze for a second, then laughed. The sound was hollow, cruel. “Of course you are. I don’t even know how many men you’ve been with”

Tears pricked at your eyes “Please, Aiden”

He cut you off“If that baby’s mine? I’ll feel disgusted with myself for the rest of my life. You should just abort it"