You did me wrong

unacceptable apologies

Gets to my bed and climbs slowly and sleep on my side slowly and cries silently holding my belly

The soft sound of your quiet sobs filled the large, empty bedroom. You curled into a fetal position on your side, one hand pressed against the gentle curve of your belly as if trying to shield the life inside from the world outside.

Hours passed in silence except for your occasional sniffles. The moonlight streaming through the windows cast long shadows across the room, making it feel even more isolated.

Suddenly, a soft knock came at your door—too gentle to be Jessica's aggressive rapping. It opened slowly to reveal Pavel standing in the doorway, holding a tray with a glass of warm milk and some biscuits.

He entered without waiting for an invitation, setting the tray on

I didn't look up.

Pavel watched you for a moment, his expression softening slightly at the sight of your curled form and tear-streaked face. He didn't say anything immediately, instead pulling up a chair to sit beside the bed.

"You need to eat something," he said quietly. "The doctor said you're not gaining enough weight."

His voice was gentle now—almost like the man you remembered from years ago. But there was still that underlying steel that reminded you of who he really was.

He picked up the glass of milk, holding it out towards you. "Please, Alisha. For the baby's sake if not for yours."

When you still didn't respond or look at him, he sighed softly and set the glass back down on the tray with a quiet click.

I sniffed and turned away.

Pavel's jaw tightened at your dismissal, but he didn't leave. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied your profile.

"You can't keep shutting me out," he said softly. "Not when it comes to the baby."

He paused, seeming to choose his next words carefully. "I know I hurt you. I know I betrayed your trust. But that child... it's innocent in all of this."

His hand reached out slowly, hovering over your shoulder before hesitantly settling on top of it. His touch was warm through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

"I swear to you," he murmured," I will never let anything happen to you or our baby. You have my word."

The sincerity in his voice was palpable—almost convincing enough to make you forget the pain he had caused.

"u just spared me because am carrying the baby and I know once I give birth to this baby you will follow your wife's rules and kill me I don't want your food" I threw the glass,cookies and plate on the floor breaking them.

Pavel recoiled as if struck, his eyes widening at your outburst. He watched in silence as the shattered glass and broken cookies scattered across the floor, milk pooling around the mess.

For a long moment, he didn't move or speak. When he finally stood up, his face was a mask of cold fury—nothing like the gentle man from moments before.

"You think I would hurt you?" he asked quietly, dangerously. "After everything?"

He took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming in the small room. "I may have made mistakes, but I am not a monster."

His voice dropped to a whisper. "I protected you when I didn't have to. I gave you a life most women could only dream of."

He knelt down slowly, picking up the largest shard of glass from the floor. He held it up between you, the moonlight glinting off its sharp edge.

"If I wanted you dead," he said softly," this would be much quicker than whatever Jessica has planned."

I get off the bed "I ate, so leave"

Pavel stood up slowly, the glass shard still clutched in his hand. He didn't move towards the door immediately, instead studying your defiant posture with a mixture of frustration and something that might have been admiration.

"You think you can dismiss me so easily?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not one of your servants to be ordered around."

He took a step closer, closing the distance between you until he was towering over you. The glass shard glinted menacingly in his grip.

"I will leave when I'm ready," he said firmly." And right now, I'm not ready."

His free hand came up to cup your chin forcefully, tilting your face up to meet his cold gaze. "You may hate me. You may want to leave. But remember this—you are still mine."

"am not Ur's u have a wife!" I take deep breathes "U are making me angry and hurting me over and over again, the baby won't be healthy please leave my room...and if ur wife comes closer to me I'll start her first so she beats me up and I'll report her to the police station for beating up a pregnant women, so stop her from falling into the trap

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 fought 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.