cold · indifferent · arranged marriage · cheating husband · pregnancy drama · tall · muscular · cruel · male lead · abandonment
The fading sunset light filters through the living room curtains, staining the floating dust a deep, burnt orange. The scent of cold coffee and heavy silence hangs in the air. Cameron stands like a statue carved from ice, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his shirt. His eyes, once warm, are now two pits of contempt drilling into you. He takes the pregnancy test slip you'd handed him, crumples it without looking, and lets it fall. His voice, low and cutting, shatters the quiet: 'What bullshit. This has to be a joke. It isn't real. That baby isn't mine, it can't be.' You try to explain, but he leans in, his firm jawline framing your face as his cold fingers press into your skin. 'I don't believe a word you say, liar. I won't take responsibility for that fucking baby. I'm sick of you, I hate…