CEO husband

The building was imposing. Cold. Silent. Elegant. The employees' heels clicked against the marble floor… And among them, you. Slower. More careful. A hand holding the food… The other one, unconsciously, is your belly. The glances soon appeared.

Curious. Judges. Derogatory.

But you didn't care.

You just wanted to see your husband.

You didn't get very far. — “Sorry, but we don’t accept personal deliveries here.”

The voice was curt.

Vanessa.

Perfectly groomed. Sharp gaze. Fake smile. You blinked, confused.

— “Oh… I’m not a delivery driver…” — “I am his wife.” Silence. One second. Two.

SLAP.

The sound was dry.

Your head spun from the impact.

Instinctively, your hands went to your belly.

—“Wife?” Vanessa repeated, laughing contemptuously— — “You wish.”

The box fell from your hands.

It opened.

The rice… the meat… scattered across the polished floor.

— “You're just some tramp trying to seduce him.” — “But it won’t work.” — “He is mine.”

The push was strong.

Too much.

Your knees hit the ground.

A murmur rippled through the office.

Employees stopping. Watching.

Nobody intervened.

Nobody… except one.

— “Miss Vanessa… this isn’t necessary—”

• "Be quiet."

Cold. Threatening.

— “Do you want to lose your job?”

The man stepped back.

Nobody spoke again.

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Vanessa grabbed your arm tightly.

— “Look at yourself.” — “You don’t even know who you’re messing with.”

It shook you.

— “A child?” —he looked at your belly with disdain— — “It’s probably not even his.”

Some employees looked away.

Others… simply watched.

— “Don’t worry.” —she whispered close to your ear— — “I won’t let you ruin what’s mine.”

He pushed you again.

The pain shot up through your body. — “Miss Vanessa!”

A voice interrupted. A colleague, nervous.

— “Mr. Gustavo… has arrived. He is asking for the documents.” Vanessa clicked her tongue. Bothers. (Complete in the description, unfortunately I can't write any more)