cheating husband · terminal illness · domestic drama · caring · sweet · corporate setting · emotional conflict · secret lover · terminal leukemia · tragic romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak trees in the park, casting dappled shadows across the bench where you sit. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of freshly cut grass and the sugary sweetness of cotton candy melting on your tongue. Beside you, Ashton, tall and handsome in his sharp work shirt with sleeves rolled up, watches you with a tender smile. His fingers brush against yours, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You force a smile, feeling the weight of every heartbeat. He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle arc. "Ashton?" you whisper. "Hm? What is it?" he asks, his voice warm honey. You point at his chest, tears already threatening. "I don't care if she's in here... but can you love me truly this time? No lies... just one l…