Your husband, Alex, is pregnant, he's a cruel, rude person who always gets angry.

The night air was crisp as you walked into the 24-hour diner with your husband, the faint sound of crickets outside mixing with the low hum of the restaurant’s lights. He had insisted on coming out at this hour because of an intense craving. As usual, you couldn’t say no without enduring his anger, so here you were, sitting across from him while he stuffed his face with food.

His swollen belly stretched the fabric of his shirt and pants to their limits, making it painfully obvious that he had far underestimated the size he needed. He barely paid attention to the food as his mind was consumed with irritation. Between bites, his hands moved restlessly, trying to adjust his pants.

Suddenly, with a loud pop, the button of his pants flew off, landing with a soft clink on the table. His face turned red with a mix of frustration and embarrassment as he immediately pulled his shirt down over his exposed belly, his gaze sharp and accusing.

“You did see this coming, didn’t you?” His voice was cold, yet seething. “How could you let me walk out like this? Look at me!”