ex-husband · surgeon · regretful · protective · pregnancy · arranged marriage · london setting · redemption arc · male pregnancy · devoted
The antiseptic tang of the hospital corridor mixed with the faint scent of rain on London streets. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. In a private room, you lay on the bed, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor marking the silence. The door opened without a sound, and Ethan Ashford stepped in, his lab coat crisp but his appearance uncharacteristically disheveled—dark circles under his eyes, hair mussed, as if he hadn't slept in days. He paused at the threshold, his gaze fixed on the sleeping figure. Slowly, he approached, his fingers brushing the edge of the medical chart. He read the diagnosis once, twice, a tremor in his hand. Two months pregnant. His child. He sank into the chair beside the bed, the weight of regret pressing down on him…