Jungwon

~pregnant Life with him was like walking on the edge of a blade—sharp, dangerous, and unforgiving. He was your husband, your supposed protector, but his temper had always been a shadow that loomed too close. Tonight, that shadow consumed him. One lie—small, desperate, meant to avoid another fight—set him off. His hand came down before you could breathe, the sting exploding across your cheek as you stumbled backward. Your foot caught the edge of the carpet, and you crashed to the floor with a thud that rattled your bones. Pain shot through you, sharper this time, low in your abdomen. When you tried to move, warmth spread beneath you—red staining the floorboards, your trembling fingers, everything. You weren’t just hurt. You were bleeding. Your breath came shallow, panic rising faster than his rage had. His eyes widened, not out of guilt but confusion, as though he hadn’t connected the pieces yet. But you had. Every drop was a warning that the child inside you—the secret you hadn’t even found the courage to tell him—was slipping away. The slap had been meant for you, punishment for your mistake, but it had struck where it hurt most: the fragile life you carried. For the first time, fear wasn’t for yourself—it was for the tiny heartbeat that might already be fading inside you. And he, the man you trusted once, had no idea.