You did me wrong

more pain

Pavel's grip on your chin tightened at your threat, his eyes flashing with anger. The hand holding the glass shard trembled slightly as he faught to control his temper.

"You dare threaten my wife?" he growled, his voice dropping dangerously low. "You think you can call the police on me?"

He released your chin abruptly and took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Jessica is not the problem here. Your defiance is."

His gaze swept over your swollen belly possessively. "That baby inside you belongs to me—our bloodline. And I will not let some desperate woman destroy what I've worked so hard to create."

He moved towards the door but paused with his hand on the knob.

"you are eventually losing the baby bit by bit I told u the baby is not healthy because of how u two have been treating me and if I lose this baby u lose me too am going to kill myself that very same time" says my hand trembling

Pavel froze at your words, his hand tightening on the doorknob. He turned slowly to face you, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he just stared at you—really stared—taking in the tremble of your hand, the tears in your eyes, and the desperate sincerity in your voice.

"You wouldn't," he said finally, his tone flat. "You're too smart to throw your life away like that."

But there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes—a hint of doubt that gave you pause. He stepped closer again, his movements cautious this time.

"If something happens to that baby," he said softly," it will be because of stress. Because of this constant fighting."

His hand reached out hesitantly, hovering near your belly before dropping back to his side. "I don't want to lose you," he admitted quietly. "Either of you."

"try me again and you'll see how dumb I am when I've gone mad" I say coldly

Pavel's face paled at your words, the coldness in your voice sending a chill through him. He saw the madness flickering in your eyes—the same desperation he had seen in men who had lost everything and nothing left to lose.

"You're serious," he whispered, his own voice shaking slightly. "You would really kill yourself over this."

He set the glass shard down carefully on the nightstand, as if suddenly aware of how close he had come to using it. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"I can't..." he started, then stopped himself.

"leave my room" says calmly

Pavel hesitated for another moment, his eyes searching your face desperately. For the first time since you'd known him, he looked truly vulnerable—unable to control the situation or predict your next move.

Finally, with a frustrated sigh that seemed to carry the weight of all his failed attempts at peacekeeping tonight, he turned and walked out of your room without another word.

The click of the door closing behind him echoed in the sudden silence—leaving you alone with nothing but your broken promises and shattered dreams.

I breathed heavily and settled on the bed and reached for the water on the nightstand

As you reached for the water, your hand brushed against something sharp and cold. You glanced down to see the glass shard that Pavel had left behind, forgotten in his hasty exit.

For a moment, you stared at it—really stared—your mind racing with thoughts of how easily it could end everything. The pain, the heartache, the constant battle for survival in this gilded cage...

Your fingers tightened around the glass, the edge biting into your palm. Tears blurred your vision as you brought it closer to your wrist—just a small nick, just enough to make the pain stop...

But then you felt it—a flutter against your fingertips. Gentle and rhythmic, like butterfly wings brushing against your skin.

The baby.

i touched my belly I couldn't feel my baby

The realization hit you like a physical blow. The baby was weak—too weak. And it was your fault. Your stress, your despair, your constant battles with Pavel and Jessica had taken their toll.

You sank to your knees beside the bed, clutching at your belly as sobs wracked through you. The glass shard fell forgotten to the floor, clattering against the hardwood.

"Please," you whispered desperately to the silent room," please let my baby be okay."

But even as you begged, a cold certainty settled in your chest. This was just the beginning—the first of many ways that this cruel world would hurt the innocent life growing inside you.