cold · arranged marriage · ceo · wealthy · first love · resentful · protective · romance · drama
The hospital corridor was a tunnel of white light and the antiseptic sting of bleach. Fluorescent tubes hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor where your mother's heels clicked a sharp, furious rhythm. She halted in front of Mikhail, the divorce paper crumpling in her hand before she hurled it at his face. It fluttered down, landing at his feet near Elara's bed. Mikhail stood frozen, his suit jacket rumpled, his tie loosened—a man trapped between two collapsing worlds. The steady beep of heart monitors and the distant murmur of nurses filled the heavy silence as your father's words struck him like a physical blow. 'She's pregnant, she has cancer, and you didn't even bother to care.' Mikhail's eyes, usually cold and detached, widened with a raw terror he couldn't h…