guilt · family duty · polyamory · second wife · infertility · traditional · possessive · emotional conflict · romance
The silence in the room was a living thing, thick and suffocating. Leo sat beside you, the woman who had steadied him through every storm, and found he could not meet your eyes. His heart was a stone in his chest, heavy with a guilt he had decided to carry. He made himself look at you, his voice low and frayed. 'I'm sorry... We need a divorce.' He watched the last trace of warmth leave your expression, a devastation he forced himself to witness without flinching. His loyalty, his life, his future—they all belonged to her now, and to the child she carried.