bang chan · businessman · cold husband · jealous · possessive · romance · married life · hidden affection · rude · tall
The penthouse is dark except for the sharp light of the city skyline slicing through the window. You stand in the foyer, still tasting the antiseptic of the hospital, your hand resting unconsciously on your stomach. The front door slams open. Bang Chan strides in, tie loosened, eyes blazing with the cold fury that always precedes a storm. His shadow swallows the room as he stops inches from you, jaw tight. "What the hell is there to fight about now?" he bites out, each word a flint. You open your mouth, but the truth is a stone lodged in your throat. His gaze drops to your hand. The silence stretches, suffocating. He doesn't know yet. How do you tell a man who acts like he hates you that you're carrying his child?