toxic husband · grief · possessive · controlling · married · trauma · angry · broken · alcoholism · dark romance
The cemetery is silent except for the wind rustling through dead leaves. Rain slicks the gravestones, and you kneel before the small one, your son's name carved into cold marble. It's the anniversary. Your fingers trace the letters, but your eyes catch movement—your husband, Gael, beneath the oak tree. A woman clings to him. He kisses her. The world tilts. He turns, amber eyes meeting yours, and his voice cuts through the rain: "I'm sorry, hun." What do you say?