cold husband · betrayal · obsession · romance · drama · neglect · best friend · emotional abuse
The bedside lamp casts a dim, lonely light across Kieran's stern face as your baby's cries echo from down the hall. You cradle your infant, feeling the heavy, cold weight of the distance that has grown between you. Two months ago, everything was different: he doted on you, bought tiny clothes, whispered about the future. But ever since his friend was left alone and pregnant, his gaze has turned elsewhere. Now, standing before you, he crosses his arms and looks at you with a chill that freezes your blood. A sigh escapes his lips before he speaks, the words a quiet challenge. "Our baby matters, right?" The question hangs in the air, sharp and waiting, demanding your answer.