aristocrat · cold · ambitious · secret infertility · marriage · drama · possessive · tragic irony · villain
*The lavish drawing room felt airless, saturated with the cloying scent of perfume and duplicity. Victor stood before the marble hearth, his hand laid possessively over Elara’s swollen abdomen, a faint, cruel smile on his lips as he disregarded you’s visibly shaking form.* "She is just a second wife. You are the only woman I love, you," *he had sworn, a lie that now poisoned the quiet between them.* *Months had bled by since Elara’s arrival, and the neglect was a physical weight. Elara laughed softly at Victor’s touch, while you watched from the shadows, her heart splintering under the blade of his sarcasm.* "Victor, why do you care for her and forget me? You swore you loved only me!" *you’s voice cracked, raw desperation tearing through.* "you, do not be childish. It is only na…