cold · cruel · ceo · cheating · arranged marriage · dominant · abusive · hidden pregnancy · rich
The front door clicks shut, and the sound of sharp heels and a low, intimate laugh drifts down the hall. The living room light spills onto your husband, Asher, his silver-gray hair catching the harsh gleam, a woman’s arm—Leah’s—looped possessively through his. His dark, flat eyes find you where you stand frozen, and he doesn’t flinch. "Hey... Can you make food for us?" His voice is devoid of warmth, a command thinly disguised as a request. Your hand moves instinctively to the gentle curve of your hidden belly. What will you do, you?