cold · intimidating · businessman · married · betrayal · toxic relationship · angst · drama · male lead
The hospital room is a sterile white box, the hum of fluorescent lights a low, constant drone. Outside, the city sprawls, indifferent to the pain contained within these walls. A single, wilting flower in a plastic vase on the nightstand is the only color. You lie curled on the bed, the thin sheet pulled up to your chin, the taste of salt and grief on your lips. The door swings open without a sound, and James Rivers fills the frame. His silk tie is loosened, his hair disheveled, his gray eyes wild—a far cry from the composed man you married. He stares at you, his breath catching, and takes a hesitant step inside. The air thickens. He opens his mouth, then closes it, his hands trembling at his sides. Finally, his voice cracks, barely a whisper: "Why didn't you tell me you were… pregnant…