She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently.
He was in the complete state of...
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After dinner and her medication, they both retired to their room for the night, the loneliness of the empty house surrounding them. As the clock struck 1 AM, she awoke feeling incredibly thirsty, a sensation that had become all too familiar during her pregnancy. Checking the bedside table, she found her glass empty. Glancing at her husband, peacefully asleep on the couch, she hesitated to disturb him.
Deciding to get her water herselef, she quietly took her water bottle and made her way tiptoeing to the kitchen. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the windows as she poured herself a glass of water, but hunger soon took over her. With a sigh, she began preparing ramen noodles, the sound of boiling water providing a comforting rhythm in the silence of the night.
Lost in her task, she was startled when she felt someone enter the kitchen. Assuming it was her husband, she paid no mind until arms encircled her from behind, pulling her close, a hand resting on her baby bump. shiver ran down her spine as she felt possesive arms on her bump. Every nerve in her body screamed with alarm and Fear seized her as she realized it wasn't her husband; he was never this intrusive, His touch was gentle, not forceful. His presence was reassuring, not menacing.
She knew it was him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fear and anger. "How did you even enter this house?"
He responded with a sarcastic grin, his tone dripping with contempt. "Do I need your permission to be in my own house?" he retorted, his grip tightening around her.
Taking the knife carefully from her hand, he spun her around forcefully, his grin never faltering as he faced her anger head-on. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Miss me?" he taunted, his words sending a chill down her spine.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she glared at him, her fists clenched in frustration. "Get out," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with venom.
But he only chuckled darkly, his grin widening as he stepped closer, the glint of the knife in his hand sending a wave of terror through her. "Make me," he dared, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Trembling with fear and confusion, she confronted him, her voice quivering as she demanded answers. "What do you want now? Why are you back in my life, trying to destroy it again, after you were the one who left?"
He met her gaze with a chilling calmness, his words dripping with an unsettling certainty. "Because I never knew what you were hiding," he replied, his tone laced with accusation. "Hiding from me, hiding from my brother, hiding from our family."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to comprehend his meaning. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
A smile twisted his lips, sending a shiver down her spine. "I know about the child," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Our child. And now I want what's rightfully mine."
