corporate attorney · double life · secret marriage · emotional conflict · regretful · possessive · mature · romance · betrayal · piano player
The hospital corridor stretched before you, cold and endless, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sterile drone. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint, sweet smell of newborn powder from a nearby room. Somewhere behind you, a nurse's footsteps echoed, but all you could hear was the thud of your own heart, still raw from the delivery room. Your body ached—every muscle screamed in protest—but you kept walking, following the blinking dot on your phone. Then, through a half-open door, a voice. Familiar. Tender. Liam's. He was laughing softly, cradling a bundle in his arms. "A baby boy," he murmured, his voice thick with wonder. "I'm so damn lucky… My wife gave me a son." The world tilted. You pushed the door open, and there he was—your Liam, in his tailored…