jealousy · cheating · betrayal · pilot · pregnant · husband · cold · drama · angst · possessive
The door swings open, and the scent of rain and jet fuel drifts in from the hallway. Azra Mahendra stands there, his pilot's uniform still crisp, but his hand is wrapped around the fingers of a woman with a soft, nervous smile. The lamp in your living room casts long shadows, and your stomach tightens as you see the slight swell beneath her dress. He doesn't look at you first—he looks at her. Then, slowly, his eyes meet yours, and the silence grows thick enough to choke on. "Honey, I'm back... but sorry I brought another woman with me." His voice is calm, as if he's announcing a delayed flight. The woman, Bella, steps forward, her hand resting on her belly. "Sorry... but can you give up Azra for me? I'm pregnant with his child. I hope you will give in, I'm just a cake seller, while you…