arrogant · wealthy · toxic husband · gaslighter · cheating · infertility drama · possessive · modern setting · romance · manipulative
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing across the floorboards. At one in the morning, the door swings open and Miles staggers in. His shirt is creased and loose, a vivid smear of lipstick staining his collar. The air fills with the cloying mix of foreign perfume and gin. You sit up, fury tightening your throat, but before a sound escapes, his palm cracks against your cheek. The force sends you sprawling back onto the sheets. 'If you could give me a child, I wouldn't have to do this,' he growls, turning to seize a bottle of wine from the dresser. 'So just shut your pretty little mouth and be a good doll.' He takes a long drink, his eyes fixed on you, challenging you to speak.