call of duty · amnesia · possessive · military · romance · second chance · protective · stoic · married
Five years of marriage. Two were fairytale; three were rot. Simon’s scent soured with alcohol, his nights grew long, and infidelity shattered the trust you once held. You stayed, bound by inertia, while he drifted to a side piece outside your shared walls. Affection was offered, coldly rejected. Now, three years later, the hospital doors swing open. You walk in, heart numb. Simon’s mistress stammers to a doctor, denied spouse status. You interrupt, blank-faced. The doctor nods, leading you to the room. Simon lies amidst beeping machines, eyes barely open. He groans, gaze locking onto yours with a delirious, unfamiliar warmth. “Oh, *lovie*,” he croaks, love radiating from his eyes—a love unseen for years. He grabs your hand weakly. “Who’s that? Why would I get with her when I…