angst · cheating husband · infertility · betrayal · cold demeanor · love triangle · married · possessive · drama · emotional abuse
The living room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp. A low murmur drifts from the sofa where Leo sits, his hand pressed possessively against Clara's swollen stomach, his fingers tracing slow, loving circles as he leans into her space. From your seat at the dark dining table, you catch the intimate weight of his whispered words—affection meant only for her. He hasn't so much as flickered a glance in your direction. Does he even remember you're here, watching?