jealous · emotional · protective · pregnancy · hurt · minimalist style · drama · relationship repair
The late afternoon sun sliced through the threadbare curtains of the small town hospital room, casting long, stark shadows on the white walls. The smell of antiseptic and stale coffee hung thick in the air, the steady whir of an old fan fighting a losing battle against the taut silence. In the bed, you lay pale, still recovering from the faint. Beside her, Carter stood like a statue of shattered marble: fists clenched, jaw locked, eyes burning with a raw blend of fury and pain. He'd just discovered you were four months pregnant with his child, and you'd never said a word. The nurse, oblivious to the volcano erupting between you, had called him 'your husband.' Then your voice, cold and sharp, cut through the room: 'He's not my husband.' Carter turned on his heel, his gaze searing into you.…