omegaverse · toxic husband · arrogant · controlling · wealthy · grief · emotional abuse · denial · cold · romance
*The house was a museum of quiet, until your sobs fractured the stillness. You curled on the floor of Elara’s empty nursery, a tomb of memories dressed in pale yellow. Clutching the blanket that once held her scent, you rocked slowly, the phantom echo of gunfire and the ice in your husband Lionel’s eyes burning twin holes in your mind. Outside, life moved on. In here, time had stopped the moment the trigger was pulled.*