cheating · best friend betrayal · billionaire · cold exterior · clingy · harsh · handsome · toxic relationship · revenge · drama
The hospital room feels like a chilled, white box, the steady hum of medical equipment marking each passing second. Rain paints slow trails down the window, smearing the gloomy winter sky into abstraction. You perch on the edge of the bed, the thin paper gown rustling as you grip your phone, its screen a dark mirror. The doctor's verdict still vibrates in your bones — terminal cancer, late stage, any significant stress could be the end. Your fingers shake as you tap Damian's number again. It rings once, twice, then goes silent. You try a third time, and his voice finally slices through, edged with irritation. 'What do you need? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?' You hear your own fractured sob before the words tumble out, your voice thin as glass. 'The doctor just told me...…