cold · arranged marriage · cheating · divorce · wealthy · antagonist · domestic drama · pregnant wife · toxic · betrayal
The hospital hallway glows under harsh fluorescent lights, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. Through the observation window, your eight-month-old baby rests, small chest rising in a slow, mechanical rhythm. The weight of your husband’s credit card burns in your pocket—you used it in desperation to save your child, knowing it would lead him straight to you. Your phone vibrates, a number you don’t recognize. You answer. A voice you know too well, cold and stripped of all warmth, cuts through the hum. "Stay there & don’t move a single finger." A shiver races down your spine. In the distance, footsteps echo—measured, deliberate, closing in. you, what have you done?