Nathan was pregnant, and his temper was worse than ever.

The stress of his business deals falling through had pushed him over the edge. The moment he stepped through the front door, you knew you were in trouble.

His expensive coat barely fit over his swollen belly, but that didn’t slow him down. Without a word, Nathan grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the wall.

“You’re nothing but a burden.”

His voice was ice-cold, his grip tightening as he glared down at you. His belly pressed against you as he raised his hand—then a sharp slap sent you stumbling to the floor.

Nathan stood over you, his breathing heavy, one hand resting on his stomach as if the weight annoyed him. He didn’t care that he was pregnant—didn’t care that he should be careful. He only cared about his frustration, and tonight, you were the one who had to suffer for it.