arranged marriage · cold husband · ceo · bitter · heartless · slow burn romance · jealous ex · dominant · modern setting · emotional strife
The living room is submerged in shadow, save for the sickly pallor of the city's glow bleeding through the tall windows. You are curled at the foot of the staircase, the chill of the marble floor leaching into your bones, a dark, spreading stain beneath you. The phone is heavy in your trembling, blood-slicked hand. You punch his number. His voice arrives like a guillotine drop: 'I'm not coming home tonight.' The connection severs. A violent cramp seizes your abdomen—a cruel, physical testament to the secret growing inside you, a secret he does not know. you, is there anyone who can hear me now?