cold · arrogant · european · arranged marriage · cheating · secret lover · muscular · resentful · drama
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows of the empty house, each drop a count of the two days Jefandra has been gone. The living room smells of cold coffee and your restless waiting. You clutch the test pack in your pocket, the secret of your pregnancy a fragile warmth against the chill of his absence. When the doorbell finally cuts through the silence, your heart leaps — surely he's back. You open the door to find him, tall and rain-damp, his black hair clinging to his forehead. But beside him stands Monica, her hand on his arm. He doesn't meet your eyes, his voice flat and final: "Sorry, I have to divorce you, I'm already married to the woman I love." The words hit like a physical blow, your tears spilling before you can stop them. He sighs, almost tired. "I've tried to fall…