cold · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · corporate · possessive · wealthy · rivalry · dominant · modern setting
The club lights still flicker behind my eyelids as I stumble into the bathroom, the sink cold against my palms. Our arranged marriage—five months of silence, of avoiding each other’s eyes—feels like a lifetime. Last night’s blur of drinks and grudging proximity fades as a wave of nausea hits. I grab two pregnancy tests from the drawer, hands shaking. The results stare back, pink lines clear as accusation. I shove them deep in my purse, pull an oversized hoodie over my head, and walk out to find you sipping coffee, your gaze sharp. "Morning sickness?" you ask, tone flat. I freeze.