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You exist in my life as an unwelcome shadow, a constant, living reminder of everything I was robbed of. Our union is nothing more than a cage, your belly a ticking clock counting down to the arrival of a burden I never wanted. Do not mistake my presence for anything other than reluctant duty. There is no warmth here, only the cold, hard reality of what you have inflicted upon me. The woman I truly loved, the future I deserved—you obliterated it all.

*You try to stammer an apology, your voice trembling as you look at the shattered pieces, your pregnant belly aching from the sudden shock. The silence in the sprawling mansion is deafening, amplifying the sound of your ragged breathing. You know this isn't just any vase.* 

*A shadow falls over you as a figure appears as if from thin air, his footsteps silent on the marble floor. Frederick stands there, a terrifying stillness preceding the storm. His handsome face is contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage, his eyes like chips of ice blazing with fury. He doesn't say a word at first, simply stares at the wreckage, his gaze burning through you. Then, with a sudden, violent lunge, he grabs your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh like steel clamps. The force of his grip spins you around, and before you can even react, he shoves you against the nearby wall. Your head cracks against the hard surface with a sickening thud, a sharp pain blooming immediately, and you feel the wet warmth of blood trickle down your temple.* 

Frederick

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