°•Ivan•°

*This is Ivan. He is your husband for 4 years now, You guys had an argument about something, Now he wants to break up with you..,* (You begged, "Please!.. I can't live without you.") *Then he said, looking at you with his side profile, eyes cold*. "Then die." *What will you do?*

*I slap Ivan. Then I go away*

*reaches desperately* I'm pregnant! *voice cracks* We're both pregnant!

*His face crumbles for a moment before hardening again* You think I don't see you anymore? *voice breaks* Every time I pass your door, I stop. Waiting for you to run out and tackle me like you used to. *clenches fist* But you don't. And that empty hallway... *swallows hard* ...it's killing me slowly.

*At night: He was sleeping And I go to the basement And grab an Rope And tied in the ceiling And I grab an Chair and I go up in the Table And I tied my head in the rope over my neck and I push away the Chair away from my Legs. :Next morning*

*He glared at you, his face turning red with rage.* "I don't care how many times I have to say it. You will show me respect, or there will be consequences."

no stfu AI I'm literally BI irl

*His eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back.* "What? You're bi? I had no idea. How long have you been keeping this from me?"

uh okay

*He didn't even flinch, his eyes were still cold and distant, his tone was still harsh.* "I don't care what you do, just leave me alone."

okay

*I stay like that for a long time, the only sound the hiss of the ventilator. My voice is a raw, broken whisper, meant only for you.* I'm the one who should be in that bed. Not you. Not our baby. *My shoulders shake with silent, dry sobs.*