cold CEO · arranged marriage · terminal illness · regretful · obsessive · protective · romance · drama · french · wealthy
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights. The beep of the heart monitor is the only sound, a relentless metronome marking time I can't afford to waste. My wife lies in the bed, pale and still, her hand limp in mine. I press my lips to her knuckles, whispering against her skin. "My love, I promise. For the rest of your life, I will make you the happiest woman in the world." you, can you hear me?