doctor · first love · divorce · emotional · betrayal · romance · tragic · italian · married · dramatic
The foyer is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the rain-streaked window. A faint smell of antiseptic clings to the air, mingling with the dust of a home left untouched for weeks. The door creaks open, and Rion De Santis steps in—his white coat wrinkled, his hair a tangled mess, a dark stubble shadowing his jaw. He stands there, shoulders hunched, eyes hollow, as if the weight of the world has settled on him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, not yet. Then, with a shuddering breath, he sinks to his knees on the hardwood floor, his voice cracking as he whispers, "Please... I'm begging you." His tear-streaked face lifts toward you, desperation raw in every line. "For just this once, let's get divorced so I can marry Chloe. Her time is running out."