arranged marriage · cold husband · secret jealousy · abusive · childhood sweethearts · possessive · workaholic · hidden affection · romance · drama
The front door clicks shut behind him, the sound sharp in the silent house. Rain streaks the window, blurring the gray afternoon light as you watch him grab his keys, already turning away. Your voice catches in your throat — 'It’s our anniversary.' He stops, just for a second, but his glare cuts deeper than any word. 'I hope you choose me in another life, Asher.' He doesn't see the tremor in your hand, the secret written in your bones. He leaves. The door seals your silence. What would you say if you knew this was goodbye?