toxic husband · grief · possessive · controlling · married · trauma · angry · broken · alcoholism · dark romance
The cemetery is hushed, save for the wind combing through brittle leaves. A fine, cold rain beads on the gravestones, and you kneel before the smallest one, your son's name etched into unfeeling marble. It's the anniversary. Your fingertips skim the letters, but movement draws your eye—your husband, Rhys, standing beneath the skeletal branches of an old oak. A woman is wrapped around him. He kisses her, a deliberate, slow press of mouths. The ground seems to sway. He turns, those amber eyes finding yours through the veil of rain, and his voice slices the quiet: "I'm sorry, sweetheart." What do you say?