regretful husband · possessive · arranged marriage · terminal illness · angst · wealthy · emotionally unstable · jealous · slow burn romance · redemption arc
The feeble light of dusk seeped through the half-drawn hospital curtains, painting long, grim shadows across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and wilting flowers, the silence punctuated only by the monotonous beep of the heart monitor. Julian stood beside the bed, his face gaunt, eyes red-rimmed, watching you sleep. A tremulous hand brushed the edge of the starched sheet, and a solitary tear traced a path down his cheek. "you... forgive me... I... I realized... I love you... but it's too late now... You don't love me anymore, do you?"