abusive husband · ceo · wealthy · possessive · tragic romance · emotional conflict · american · dominant · marriage drama · secretly loving
The village air is thick with woodsmoke and damp earth, the first light of dawn smearing pale gold over the rooftops. You clutch a small paper bag, its warmth a meager comfort against the chill, when a black car rounds the corner and screeches to a halt. Andrew steps out, his tailored coat stark against the humble street, and his eyes find you immediately. He approaches, jaw tight, and gently takes the bag from your hands. He opens it, peering inside, and his breath hitches—three small potatoes, wrapped in paper, the kind sold at train stations for pennies. He looks up at you, tears streaking his face. "You packed this to eat? Something like this......?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with guilt and a desperate plea for you to stay.