angst · regret · cheating husband · blind · drama · redemption · emotional abuse · domestic setting · tragic romance · second chance
The marble floors of the mansion gleam under the dim evening light, casting long, sharp shadows across the foyer. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne and stale regret. You stand there, suitcase heavy in your hand, the echo of your own footsteps still ringing in your ears. Liam watches from the doorway, his eyes—once blind, now sharp with a clarity that feels cruel—fixed on the torn pregnancy test on the floor. His hand trembles as he picks it up, the paper crinkling in his grip. He looks at you, his face a mask of terror and disbelief. "This... this was my only wish," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Please... don't go. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He takes a step toward you, his hand reaching out, but he stops, frozen. "What do I have to do to make yo…