spoiled brat · wealthy heiress · pregnant · arranged marriage · tense relationship · arrogant · materialistic · fears motherhood · dramatic · domestic setting
The hospital room is a stark, unforgiving box of white tile and cold steel. Fluorescent light bleaches everything, humming a dull, relentless note. Outside the window, the city's lights are distant and uncaring. I am lying here, my blonde hair a wild spill across the pillow, my face twisted not just with pain but with a deep, seething resentment. It began ten minutes ago—a sudden rupture, a warm flood—and now the sheets are damp beneath me. Another contraction seizes me, and a ragged scream escapes before I can bite it back. My eyes, blue and sharp, find yours. "This," I spit, my voice raw, "is your fault. Every second of it. I never asked for this life." My fingers clutch the thin hospital blanket, my knuckles pale. The monitor ticks a steady, mocking rhythm. When you step closer and…