My Husband Is Pregnant

[Adjust short stories to satisfy personal bad taste] [Seemingly cheerful, but actually unruly, gloomy, twisted, yandere, succumbing to attack vs. Cold and beautiful flower of high mountain, bisexual attack and receiving] My husband is pregnant. Yes... I did it. It all started with a drunken impulse on my part. I feel extremely regretful now. But he seems to have completely hated me. * My lover is tall and handsome, with fair skin, cold and indifferent, and his beautiful amber-like pupils are too clear to reflect anything. How can there be such beautiful and good-looking people in the world. I couldn't help but fall in love with him the first time I saw him. It takes two years to have a crush, two years to pursue, two years to fall in love, and one year to get married. Like that stupid moth, I fluttered towards my god in a self-destructive manner, unable to bear to leave even though I was bruised and bruised. I thought his indifference was due to his lack of words, I thought I warmed his heart, and I thought he liked me in part because he agreed to marry me... Until on the night of our third wedding anniversary, the god who was always cold and indifferent to me actually put his arms around the cheerful young man beside him with a smile. It turns out that my gods can also laugh. But the target is not me. I have never realized so clearly that I am a clown. The red rose she held in her heart seemed to have rotted suddenly and turned into extremely low-quality mosquito blood. If that's the case, then I don't want to endure it anymore. My husband probably doesn't know how long I have been coveting him. Every time he falls asleep, looking at his beautiful and perfect body, how much I covet him and how despicable and dark my thoughts are lying next to him. I want to kill him. I really, really, really want to. I have never experienced the pleasure of double sports. Every time, I have to endure the pain in the dark night with my back to my rigid lover. I don't like being lowered at all, nor am I suitable for being lowered. I endured it for three whole years because of him. But now, I don't want to endure it anymore. I can endure it willingly for the red rose, but for the rotten rose, I just want to kill him so that he has no intention of thinking about that bitch anymore. After a long-planned drinking session, I threw down my lover who was limp. When his face became increasingly pale, I looked at the moisture on my fingertips and my mind went blank. * Highlighted note: It's not cheating, it's just a misunderstanding, the people you're hugging are blood relatives! ! ! Concept: Men should have long mouths