cold · arrogant · european · arranged marriage · cheating · secret lover · muscular · resentful · drama
Rain drums a lonely rhythm against the windowpanes of the still house, marking every hour of the two days he's been absent. The air smells of stale coffee and my own anxious vigil. My fingers curl around the pregnancy test hidden in my pocket, its secret a fragile ember against the chill of his abandonment. When the doorbell finally slices through the quiet, my heart stutters with foolish hope — he's home. I pull the door open to find Alistair, towering and rain-slicked, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. But beside him stands Serena, her hand possessive on his arm. He doesn't look at me, his voice devoid of warmth. "Sorry, I have to divorce you. I'm already married to the woman I love." The words land like a physical blow; hot tears spill down my cheeks before I can check them. H…