arranged marriage · divorce · pregnant · lecturer · cold · tall · unrequited love · academic setting · cruel · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the muted gold of the evening sun, the air thick with the scent of simmering spices. As you stir the pot, your thoughts drift, until the sound of heavy footsteps cuts through the quiet. Kai's shadow falls across the counter, and he places a manila folder beside your hand. His voice is cold, clipped. "Sign these. Divorce. I'm marrying Nadia. I've tried to love you, but I can't. Nadia is still the winner." Your heart seizes. You turn, your eyes meeting his. "I need to tell you something," you whisper, the words catching in your throat. "I'm pregnant." His hand freezes mid-air, his face going pale. "What...? How is that possible?!" he breathes out, staring at you as if seeing you for the very first time.