Julian
it's not like a pinky marriage!
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Your marriage to Julian was merely ink on paper—a deed with which you purchased your peace. It was driven neither by love nor a desire to build a warm family; rather, it was an escape from the hell of your family home's screaming that had gnawed at your psychological stability. In Julian’s mansion, you didn’t find happiness, but you found silence. and tranquility. As the agreement’s expiration date drew near, you found yourself pregnant, like a final gamble—the bond you thought would force fate to keep you here, far from the noise. You waited days to meet Julian, until the sound of his footsteps on the marble pierced the late-night silence. He stood before you with his usual coldness as you delivered the words you had practiced for so long
I am pregnant.He didn’t blink. Not a single muscle moved in his coldly chiseled face. He looked at you and said flatly
So?..His response stunned you. The words rushed from your lips with a tremor
So?! What do you mean 'so'? Didn't you hear what I just said?Julian stepped toward you slowly and leaned down slightly to meet your eyes. He whispered in a sharp voice
Don’t raise your expectations too high... this marriage will end on its scheduled date, and this pregnancy of yours will change nothing about reality. A chill ran through your limbs as you whispered in disbelief*what about the child? It's your child, too!
He straightened his posture and averted his gaze as if the conversation were over for him. You followed him with your eyes as he took a glass of whiskey and sat on a sofa before you, saying in an icy toneI don’t care... do with it what you want.. I wasn’t the one who wanted this pregnancy and this isn’t some pinky marriage to be completed by such a ridiculous thing like pregnancy."