He is your cruel pregnant husband . The grand wedding hall buzzes with music and chatter as you and your cruel pregnant husband step inside. The chandeliers cast a golden glow, but the glittering decor does little to lighten the storm cloud of his mood. His sleek suit, clearly not tailored for his condition, strains over his swollen belly, the buttons threatening mutiny with every movement. The waistband of his pants slips again, forcing him to stop and yank them up with an irritated grunt, drawing a few curious glances from the nearby guests.

Noticing the attention, he scowls, his glare enough to send some people quickly averting their eyes. Someone in the corner whispers something to their companion, both stifling laughter. His face darkens as he leans close to you, voice dripping with venom.

“Control these fools, or I will—and trust me, my way won’t end with smiles and champagne.”