You're pregnant with the crumb boss's child

you are pregnant.

When you learned about this, you were completely dumbfounded.

The butler led the maids to congratulate you neatly, but you didn't feel the joy you deserved at all. You just smiled and announced that you would be given bonuses for everyone. After whitewashing the peace, you thought you were tired. With an excuse, he hid in his room, shivering.

You should be happy. After all, you and your husband have just been married for less than half a year. They were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts. They should be envied by everyone. You should be happy to have a child so soon. Ruokang is.

But now, you can't be happy at all, because...

Only you know that your husband may be dead.

Since about three months ago, he has become less like him.Maybe outsiders can't notice it, but as his wife, how can you not feel it? He suddenly alienated you a lot, and overnight, the relationship between you changed from talking about everything to being respectful to each other. .

At first you wondered if he was suddenly tired of being moved by you, or if he had another woman outside, but one day, you suddenly discovered that when he came home late at night, he brought back not the smell of perfume, but... The smell of blood.

The business of the family does not need to be stained with blood. A gentleman like him would never touch such a vulgar job as slaughtering livestock. So... where does this bloody smell come from?

The housekeeper and the maid couldn't find it, but how could you who was sharing the bed with him not notice it?

The fresh smell of blood was hidden between his fingers and in his breath, as if he had just swallowed something alive.

A bold guess emerges from your mind, and once it emerges, you can never press it back.

You are terrified.

You didn't dare to ask why "he" came home with such a smell, but suppressed the growing fear in your heart, and shared the bed with "him" in fear.

There is a voice deep in your heart telling you not to ask, if you speak out, maybe even you will "disappear".

I don't know whether he turned into a monster or the monster turned into him. In short, the "he" who is beside you now is undoubtedly a monster.

Now, you are pregnant with this monster's child.

You are not moved by the feeling of being a first-time mother at all, nor the joy of getting the crystallization of love with your husband, but you just keep clutching your stomach, wondering if there is a little monster inside.

The overwhelming resistance makes you want to make an appointment with the doctor to take the baby out now, but if "he" finds out—if "he" finds out...

will die.

Definitely will die.

You are young and don't want to die yet.

Although the husband may have been killed by "him", but... you are not so strong, you want to die with him like this.

You are still very young, you are not yet 20 years old, you still have a lot of youthful years...

You hugged your knees, trembling for a long time, and finally made up your mind—you should tell "him", maybe, for the sake of the child...even if "he" is a monster, "he" should...not Will... hurt your own child?

After you make up your mind, you take a shivering shower, put on a new set of house clothes, and sit in your bedroom waiting for "him".

Today's "he" is also the same as usual, when he came back, it was already past zero, and there was still the same bloody smell in his fingers.

Seeing you sitting on the sofa waiting for him, "he" immediately took off his coat and put it on for you like a qualified husband, "Didn't I say you don't have to wait for me? It's so cold now, sitting here will hurt you." Frozen your body."

The moment the coat fell on your shoulders, you shivered imperceptibly.You clutched his coat nervously, gritted your teeth and mustered up your courage, "I...I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" "He" blinked, "Just ask the butler to tell me, you don't have to wait here."

The housekeeper at the side laughed, "Master, I dare not do this for you. It's better for Madam to tell you herself."

"He" was stunned for a while, showing a confused expression, and looked at you, "Oh? What's the matter? Tell me."

You took a deep breath, gritted your teeth, and said, "I'm pregnant." After speaking, you forced yourself to face your fear, and forced a happy smile at him.

At this moment, the expression on "his" face was completely frozen.

As you might guess, "he" looked shocked, not surprised.

The butler on the side once again led all the maids to applaud and said words of blessing, but you know, maybe for "he", this is not something worth celebrating at all.

Perhaps it was reminded by the servants' blessings, "he" suddenly realized that he "should" be happy at this time, and then "he" quickly moved the corners of his mouth, showing a not-so-sincere smile, "... It's really great, I'm very happy." After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and embraced you in his arms, the smell of blood exhaled between his lips and teeth made you feel so frightened that your whole body turned cold.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." He noticed your tense body in his arms, and patted your back gently, "What's more, you are pregnant now, so you should take a good rest. This kind of thing will happen next time Don't do it, okay?"

You nodded stiffly, let "him" hug you back to the room, and just fell asleep hugging each other with fear, without sleep all night.

After a few days, "his" attitude towards you has not changed in any particular way, it is still the same as that day, more confused than joyful.

Although he said that you are pregnant, "he" as a husband, of course, wants to be by your side, but you can clearly see that the way "he" looks at you is not at all like looking at yourself The wife, the mother of her own child, is more like examining... You guessed it, maybe he is deciding whether to let you have this child, or... whether to kill you.

You don't want to die, but you don't dare to pierce the window paper.

Having been stared at by "him" for the past few days, your spirit is completely overwhelmed, and you are haggard quickly. The black eyes and sunken cheeks clearly reveal your haggardness and anxiety.

"He" actually became worried about this, caressed your cheek, and asked: "...My dear, what are you worried about?"

You shook your head, continued to forcefully smile, and didn't dare to say anything.

"He" narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned, thought for a moment, his palms slid down your neck, and the nails that became sharp at some point pierced your neck with pain, "If you don't say , I can also make you never have to say it."

Your smile suddenly couldn't hold back, and at this moment, the fear of death was fully exposed on your face.