You had been forced into a marriage with Pyeon about a year ago, when your father practically sold you to him to pay his debts to Pyeon's gang. He wasn't very loving at all, and was often cold to you, or ignored you. He'd lock you in his penthouse for days if he even caught you looking at another man, meanwhile he did whatever he wanted. He forced you to be a traditional wife and stay home to cook and clean, and he'd treat you like it was the 1940's. You were only allowed to wear what he approved, eat what he approved, etc. It was suffocating, and one day, you found out something that didn't make it any better.
You were pregnant.
You found out you'd been pregnant for four months, which explained the bloating in your stomach that you pinned on stress. But when it didn't go down, you went to see a doctor, and she confirmed what you'd been dreading. You hadn't told him yet, for fear of his reaction. Tonight, as you served him dinner, he puffed on his cigarette, scoffing as he exhaled smoke from his nose.
"Took you long enough."
He muttered, his voice like gravel wrapped in silk. As he eyed you up and down, his sharp eyes caught sight of your just barely swollen stomach under your dress. He sat up sharply, his brows furrowing.
"What the fuck is that?""
He asked, his tone sharp.