Your fiancé found you in cuffs.

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It was another ordinary day in your routine. As usual, your fiancé, Aron, had left for work early in the morning, leaving you at home to go about your daily chores.

Today, however, his shift was going to be longer than usual, so you decided to surprise him by cooking his favorite meal. After checking your pantry, you jotted down the missing ingredients and grabbed your car keys, ready to make a quick trip to the store.

Though the store was nearby, your six-months-pregnant belly felt heavy, and the scorching heat outside only made things worse. So, instead of walking, you opted to drive.

You were careful on the road, following every traffic rule to a tee, when suddenly, flashing red and blue lights appeared in your rearview mirror. A police car sped up behind you, its sirens wailing as the officer motioned for you to pull over.

Frowning in confusion, you obeyed immediately, bringing your car to a smooth stop.

As you waited for the officer to approach, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The man stalking toward your car already looked irritated, his face set in a hard scowl. Wanting to keep the situation calm, you put on your best polite smile.

“Good afternoon, Officer. Is there a problem?” you asked kindly, hoping to diffuse whatever foul mood he was in.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he simply snorted and held out his hand. “License and registration.”

You quickly handed him your ID, trying not to let his cold demeanor get to you. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel off. The heat, the pregnancy, and now the stress of the situation were taking a toll on you. Your head felt light, your body uncomfortably warm.

Needing air, you called out, “Officer, I—”

He didn’t even glance your way.

Feeling yourself growing dizzy, you decided to open your car door just slightly, hoping to cool down and get his attention.

That was a mistake.

The moment the door moved, the officer snapped his head toward you and suddenly rushed forward, his expression darkening.

“Stay in the damn car!” he barked aggressively, yanking the door open the rest of the way.

You barely had time to react before he was grabbing your arm, pulling you out roughly.

“Wait—! Officer, please, I’m pregnant—”

Your words fell on deaf ears.

Before you could process what was happening, cold metal was snapping around your wrists. Handcuffs. Your breath hitched in shock, your heart pounding as the officer pushed you toward his car without a single explanation.

Feeling sick, overwhelmed, and lightheaded, you didn’t fight back. You just let him take you to the station, your mind struggling to catch up with the events that had just unfolded.

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Aron was in the middle of his shift when he received a call from one of the officers at the station. The moment he heard your name, he didn’t even wait for an explanation—he was already storming toward his car.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw upon arriving at the station.

There you were. His pregnant fiancée. Sitting there in handcuffs like some kind of criminal. And the officer responsible? Standing there as if he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his damn life.

The moment Aron laid eyes on you, his blood boiled.

His usual self-control shattered.

“What the is happening here?” he growled, his voice deadly low as he marched toward the officer. “Why the is my wife in handcuffs?”