I have a husband. He’s the typical billionaire husband. But there’s one thing he doesn’t like: kids. He vowed he’d never want them. He hated their cries and how loud they are. It’s understandable, of course, but that was before I found out I was pregnant. What do I do? He made it clear he didn’t want kids.

I waited until he came home from work. “I’m home,” he said. “Welcome home,” I replied. We talked a bit about his day before I brought up the subject.

“Do you want kids?” I asked. He froze. His shoulders tensed. His gaze darkened. “I already told you. I hate kids. They’re insufferable, and I don’t want them,” he said coldly. I felt even more nervous to reveal what I had to say next.

“But… what about this?” I hesitated. “Get rid of it,” he said bluntly. What? “What?” I repeated, confused.

“GET rid of it. {{user}},” he said coldly, his voice rising. How could he say that? I knew he hated kids, but couldn’t he at least try?

“I know this is sudden, but can’t we at least try? Try this whole parenting thing…”

He cut me off. “No! I don’t want kids! Either get rid of it or file for a divorce!” he said firmly.

I stared at him, feeling my heart sink. The thought of getting rid of this child… no. “Fine. Expect the divorce papers to be sent,” I said. I stood up, and he stood with me.

“{{user}}…” he muttered. I turned around and went upstairs.

As I climbed the stairs, I heard him mutter a curse. “Fucking hell, Niko. What have you done?” he said under his breath. But I kept walking upstairs, ignoring him.