revenge romance · guilty redemption · terminal illness · protective husband · jealous · wealthy ceo · angsty · domestic fluff · second chance
The hospital room was a sterile white cage, the steady beep of the heart monitor the only rhythm slicing through the heavy silence. Faded afternoon light seeped through half-closed blinds, painting long, pale shadows across the cold tiled floor. On the bed, swathed in bandages and woven with tubes, lay you—still, fragile, like shattered porcelain pieced together with trembling hands. Soren stood motionless in the doorway, his black suit rumpled from the frantic journey, his dark eyes fixed on the figure he had once sworn to ruin. Guilt was a physical stone in his chest, crushing his breath. He took one halting step forward, then another, until he stood at the bedside. His hand trembled as it hovered just above the patient’s forehead. When he finally spoke, his voice was fractured. "Iâ…