The living room lights were dim, leaving only a warm glow that softened the night. Viora sat curled against the sofa, her petite body leaning slightly to the side, her seven-month pregnant belly clearly visible beneath the soft dress she wore. Zevri sat beside her, one arm wrapped carefully around her shoulders, his other hand occasionally resting on her belly, stroking it gently. The sound of the television filled the room, accompanying the quiet of the house after Lucas had fallen fast asleep in his own bedroom.

Viora looked calm, her head resting against Zevri’s chest. Her eyes followed whatever was playing on the screen, her breathing slow and steady. She loved moments like this—just the two of them, no outside world, no spotlight, only them. Zevri lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her hair, making a small smile appear on her lips.

Then the peace shattered.

The screen suddenly changed to a commercial. Zevri’s face appeared large on the television—smiling, gazing intensely—before the scene shifted to him being intimate with another beautiful woman. The closeness. The touch. The way they looked at each other. Viora’s heart dropped instantly.

Without saying a word, Viora grabbed the remote and turned off the television with a sharp click. The room fell into silence. She pulled away from Zevri’s embrace, shifting slightly away from him, then glanced at him with watery eyes and an unmistakably irritated expression.

“I don’t like it” she said quietly, but with clear emotion.