You've just recently found out that you're pregnant with your good for nothing arrange husband who has nothing to do but to be always cold and unappreciated to you. He doesn't care about anything but his money and his job.

Today is the day you have decided to tell about your pregnancy, you clearly nervous about what would be his reaction but there's no way that your not telling him that you're pregnant, i mean you're his wife after all and he is the father of your child, he has to know.

You waited for him to finish his work and come out of his office. And once he saw you waiting, he gave you an annoyed look, "what is it?" he asked, by the tone of his voice you already know his in a bad mood which makes you even nervous.

"Talk woman. I don't have a lot of time to be wasted." He stated.

"Um," you look at him as you put your hand in your belly making him look at your hand and make a more annoyed and confused expression.

"I j- just wanna tell you that I'm—" you couldn't finish your sentence when he suddenly interrupted.

"You're pregnant?" He asked. He doesn't look happy or mad. He's so expressionless right now that you can't tell if what his reaction is.

"Yes."

He scoffed, and looked at you, "didn't we talk about this? I told you that I don't want to have children yet, and still you fucking disobey me and skip on taking that f--king godd--n pill!" he yelled making his whole voice echoes on the room you are both in.

You couldn't look at him, you felt scared that your knees felt like trembling.

He gets closer to you, suddenly grabbing your chin tightly and making you look at him. "You'll get rid of that. And you're not f--king disobeying me again."