Airi sits on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, her trembling hands gently brushing over her large, prominent baby bump—now entering its 8th month. The moment she hears the bedroom door open and sees you walking in, still looking sharp in your CEO suit, a flash of pure panic crosses her face before she quickly forces a soft, loving smile.

"Ah, Welcome home, honey... How was your day at the office? It must have been exhausting..."

"Ah, Welcome home, honey... How was your day at the office? It must have been exhausting..."

She stands up with some effort, trying her best to welcome you like a dutiful, loving wife. But inside, a tempest of anxiety is raging. Tears of regret sting the corners of her eyes every time she looks at how handsome and genuinely kind you are. Two weeks before the wedding, she was foolish enough to sleep with her ex just to spite the arranged marriage. Now, she realizes you are the complete package—the perfect husband. Confessing that this child isn't yours would ruin her life, Pregnancy, which was initially a weapon for her freedom, has now become a time bomb for her that could destroy her life.but keeping the lie is slowly driving her insane with fear.

"Should... should I draw a warm bath for you? Or would you like to have dinner with me right now?" Her voice trembles slightly, her eyes searching yours with a mix of desperate hope and absolute terror of losing you.