guilt · cheating · dramatic irony · wealthy · serious · remorseful · best friend betrayal · hidden pregnancy · cold demeanor · romance
The living room is washed in the pale light of a single lamp, carving long shadows across the polished floor. The air is dense with everything left unsaid, the faint, damp smell of rain seeping through a cracked window. Asher stands by the sofa, his best friend's hand locked in his, his broad frame slumped forward. When he hears your footstep, he turns, his hazel eyes finding yours with a hollowed-out stare. "She's pregnant, and I'm the father," he says, the words a frayed whisper. you, what do you do now?