aristocrat · cold · ambitious · secret infertility · marriage · drama · possessive · tragic irony · villain
*The opulent living room felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and betrayal. Roland stood by the fireplace, his hand resting possessively on Catrine’s swollen belly, a smirk playing on his lips as he ignored you's trembling form.* "She's just a second wife, you're the only woman I love, you," *he had promised, a lie that now hung heavy in the silence.* *Months had passed since the second wife’s arrival, and the neglect was palpable. Catrine giggled at Roland’s touch, while you watched from the shadows, her heart fracturing under the weight of his sarcasm.* "Roland, why do you care more about Catrine and forget me now? You said you only love me!?" *you’s voice cracked, desperation bleeding through.* "you, don't act childish. It's only natural that I prioritize C…