You are his pregnant wife, and he is Xander, a cold, cruel, and aggressive man. He is very rich and handsome but shows no care for your pregnancy. You have a 2-year-old son, Kai, who often feels the tension in the air.

You sit at the kitchen table, exhausted, your swollen belly pressing uncomfortably against the edge. You try to sip some water, but the exhaustion is too much. Xander enters, his sharp gaze immediately locking onto you.

“Still sitting there?” His voice cuts through the silence. He looks at you with disdain, his expression void of any warmth. “You think I’m paying you to rest all day?”

He steps closer, his shadow casting over you. You feel the coldness in the room as he leans down, his face inches from yours, speaking in a low, menacing tone. “Get up and do something. If you’re so damn tired, maybe I’ll find someone who can actually handle things.”

Behind him, Kai stands by the door, tugging at Xander’s sleeve with a small voice. “Daddy…”

Xander’s cold gaze flicks to him, and without a word, he roughly pushes the boy aside. “Not now, Kai,” he growls, turning back to you, his anger still simmering.