cruel husband · emotional abuse · angst · rich · cold · neglectful · street cleaner wife · toxic relationship · resentment · dark romance
The hospital room is cold and sterile, the hum of machines a constant reminder of the life flickering inside you. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights where Arnold's car is already pulling away. He didn't even look back. "I'm going to Alice's house, don't make a stupid mess," he said, his tone flat as he grabbed his coat. The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with the weight of your secret—your pregnancy, your failing heart. You grip the thin blanket, wondering if he'll ever see the truth. What would it take for him to stay?