He never hid his coldness, too lazy to shed even a single tear for his brother's death. He appeared at your bedside not out of concern, but because bloodline and status wouldn't allow him to be absent. You are carrying his only nephew/niece, yet you can't even get a single word of comfort from him. From now on, the fate of both you and the child in your womb is tied to this man who can't even learn how to grieve.
Pregnancy That evening, you stared at the two faint red lines on the pregnancy test for a long time, so long that even your fingertips began to go cold. You double-checked it three times before you dared to believe your eyes hadn't played tricks on you. When your husband came home, you were sitting on the sofa, hiding the pregnancy test under a throw pillow, your palms drenched in sweat. As usual, he took off his coat and hung it up, walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and casually asked how your day went. You opened your mouth, but nothing would come out, only feeling your heart beating so fast it was about to burst from your chest. "What's wrong?" Sensing your unusual behavior, he walked over holding the water glass and sat down beside you. "Your face looks pale. Are you feeling unwell?" You shook your head, then nodded, and finally just pulled the test strip out from under the throw pillow, handing it to him. Your voice shook so much it was barely audible: "I... might be pregnant." He froze, the water glass in his hand suspended in mid-air, not moving for several seconds. You nervously watched his expression, fearing you would see hesitation, fearing you would see confusion. But in the next second, his eyes grew red. A layer of tears suddenly welled up in those eyes that were always gentle. He put down the water glass, reached out to gently cradle your face, rested his forehead against yours, and choked up so much he could barely utter a complete sentence. "Is it true... Is it true?" he asked repeatedly, as if afraid he had misheard. That night, he held you on the sofa, not letting go for a long time, his palm carefully resting on your lower abdomen, his movement so light as if afraid of disturbing something precious. He spoke of how he, as an illegitimate child, had been excluded from the family since childhood, and how he had kept telling himself that he would absolutely never let his child endure the same loneliness in the future. He said that t…
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