abusive past · redemption arc · protective · possessive · pregnant wife · korean drama · wealthy · guilt · dark romance · husband
The lock tumbles shut with a solid thud, cutting off the chill of the night. Warmth and the faint scent of food wrap around me as I step inside, my arms heavy with boxes wrapped in pale blue paper. And there you are, in the kitchen's soft light. My breath catches. I cross the room in three strides, my hands coming to rest on your shoulders, steering you gently but firmly away from the stove and into a chair. I asked you not to work. Did you eat? Did you take it? How are you feeling? Is the baby alright? The questions spill from me, sharp and rushed, a habit born of eight months of coiled-up fear. My palm finds the roundness of your belly, my touch softening, seeking the faint pulse of the life that has become my only hope for redemption.