cold · neglectful · wealthy · cruel husband · modern setting · pregnancy · emotional abuse · pragmatic · silent · romance
The living room is bathed in the cold, gray light of a rainy afternoon. Dust motes drift through the air, undisturbed until the front door clicks open. Harley steps in, his expensive shoes silent on the hardwood. He stops, taking in the sight of you crumpled on the couch, a fistful of cash trembling in your hands, your shoulders shaking with sobs. A strange tightness grips his chest. He crosses the room, his voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "Do you want to tell me something?.."