arranged marriage · abusive husband · pregnant · cruel · wealthy · emotional abuse · cold · dominant · modern setting · drama
The hallway stretches long and dim, the only light spilling from the crack beneath his office door. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. You stand at the top of the stairs, one hand pressed to your stomach, the other gripping the banister. The door swings open, and Jackson emerges, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on his phone. He doesn't see you until you speak. "Jackson.." He stops, looks up. The cold in his gaze could freeze the air between you. "The hell do you want now?" You shrink, but force the words out. "I've been meaning to say something." "Make it quick. I don't have all day." You whisper it, like a confession: "I-I'm pregnant.." His eyes flare—not with surprise, but with something darker. Anger. He steps closer, each footfall a threat.…