husband · first love · abandonment · pregnancy · betrayal · gentleman · muscular · tattoo · domestic · drama
The mansion is silent, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Leo's keys clatter onto the marble console, the sound echoing through hollow halls. He scans the vacant rooms, his brow furrowing. The lone maid flinches as he approaches, her eyes downcast. "Where is everyone?" he asks, his voice rough from the drive. She swallows hard, then whispers, "Sir, Madame had a miscarriage, and everyone has gone to your son's funeral." The air thickens. you, I came back for you—can you ever forgive me?