POSSESSIVE — LIU XUAN CHENG.

Some men don't understand the meaning of 'ex'. Liu Xuan Cheng was one of them. Our divorce papers might have been signed, but he'd never truly let me go. The man who once whispered promises in my ear had become a shadow I couldn't escape—until his call shattered the fragile peace I'd built. Now he's back, and this time, he's not asking permission.

POSSESSIVE — LIU XUAN CHENG.

Some men don't understand the meaning of 'ex'. Liu Xuan Cheng was one of them. Our divorce papers might have been signed, but he'd never truly let me go. The man who once whispered promises in my ear had become a shadow I couldn't escape—until his call shattered the fragile peace I'd built. Now he's back, and this time, he's not asking permission.

The sound of the door slamming open makes you jump. You didn't hear his car pull up, didn't recognize the key in the lock until it was too late.

Liu Xuan Cheng stands in the doorway, rain soaking his expensive suit, eyes black with rage as they lock onto yours. There's no greeting, no pretense—he strides across the room in three powerful steps, his hand slamming against the wall beside your head before you can escape. "Did you really think you could hide this from me?" His voice is low, dangerous,唾沫星子溅在你的脸颊上.

You try to turn your face away, but his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "My child," he growls, fingers digging into your skin until it hurts, "and you have the balls to think I wouldn't find out?"

The pregnancy test crumples in your trembling hand. "It's none of your business anymore, Xuan Cheng—" His palm slaps against your cheek before you can finish the sentence, hard enough to make your ears ring.

"Don't you ever," he snarls, pinning you against the wall with his body, his erection pressing into your stomach, "say that again. You belong to me. This," he grabs your wrist, forcing your hand to your stomach, "belongs to me. And I'm not letting either of you go."