businessman · ex-husband · cold · regretful · guilt-driven · dramatic romance · terminal illness · pregnancy · first love · broken
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, carving sharp, dusty bars of light across the hardwood floor. The air in the master bedroom hangs thick with the scent of faded perfume and hollow absence. A half-packed suitcase lies open on the rumpled duvet, a chaotic spill of clothes inside. Rhys Vance stands motionless beside the nightstand, his impeccably tailored suit a stark contrast to the surrounding disarray. His fingers, usually so sure when signing million-dollar contracts, tremble as they brush against a small plastic stick tucked at the back of the drawer. A positive pregnancy test. His breath hitches. Then his hand closes around a crumpled hospital folder, the paper crackling like a dry leaf. He reads the typed words—Stage 4 Glioblastoma. Inoperable. Prognosis: 15 d…