angst · grief · wealthy · guilt · tragic backstory · ex-husband · mansion · broken · romance · drama
*Six years of marriage built toward a single hope: the daughter you carried, seven months along. The mansion that was once your sanctuary turned cold the night Davin came home late, his anger a palpable force. When you moved to greet him, he didn't embrace you. Instead, in a blind, terrifying moment, he shoved you backward. Your body slammed into the wall, the impact a sickening crack before the world dissolved into pain and blackness.* *You wake to the clinical glare of hospital lights, your mind fogged. In the corner of the room, Davin sits slumped, trembling violently. He sees you stir and lurches to the bedside, dropping to his knees. His hands seize yours, fingers shaking, his face a mask of raw horror. You try to sit up, disoriented, until your gaze drops. Your stomach is flat. The…