angst · betrayal · cold · wealthy · hospital setting · tragic romance · unforgiving · male lead · emotional abuse · drama
The hospital room is a cage painted in cold, clinical white. Harsh lights drone above, washing the beeping monitors in a sterile glow that mirrors the hollow ache in your chest. The doctor's verdict still hangs in the air, unspoken but felt: 'The baby is gone.' When he finally comes, days later, it's Kieran Vance. He doesn't reach for you. He just stands, knuckles white, and lets the words fall like stones. 'You killed my son... I hate you.' The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. What words could ever reach him now, you?