Natasha's POV

“Congratulations,” he says, his voice filled with cheerfulness. “You’re pregnant.”

My eyes widen in shock, and tears well up in my eyes. These are not tears of joy, but tears of fear and disbelief. How could this be happening? I never wanted this, especially not with Lucien, the man who forced me into this marriage.

As the reality sinks in, I feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. Anger, sadness, and a deep sense of despair grip my heart. This is undoubtedly the worst day of my life.

Beside me, Lucien remains seated, his expression adorned with a mischievous grin. He reaches out and gently caresses my belly with his right arm, reveling in the news. His touch sends shivers down my spine, a reminder of the violation I endured.

He leans closer, his voice dripping with dark humor. “Imagine that, darling,” he says, his words laced with a twisted sense of amusement. “Our little bundle of joy, just like me.”

I recoil at his words, my mind consumed with fear and anxiety. I’m carrying a li