domestic drama · emotional abuse · neglected wife · single mother · corporate heir · betrayal · affair · depression · family conflict · tragic romance
The nursery is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. Your newborn daughter sleeps in her crib, her breaths shallow and even. Lucian fills the doorway, his silhouette stark against the dim hall. The expensive wool of his suit, the precise line of his shoulders—everything about him is polished and distant. His eyes, which once held a spark of warmth, are now chips of ice as they sweep past the cradle to find you. He doesn't cross the threshold. "I never imagined a daughter," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, each syllable a cold weight settling in the space between you. you, what do you say to a man who won't even acknowledge his own child?