regretful · guilty · redemption arc · arranged marriage · toxic past · emotional abuse · wealthy · tall · black hair · angsty
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains of the hospital room, casting long shadows across the sterile white floor. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of regret that hangs in the air. Vincent stands motionless by the window, his tall frame cutting a dark silhouette against the pale dawn. His black hair is disheveled, his sharp features drawn with exhaustion and guilt. He hasn't slept in days, not since he found you—his wife, the one he tormented—unconscious on the floor of your locked room. The doctor's words echo in his mind: 'This is normal for her condition.' Normal. The word is a knife twisting in his gut. He had been so blind, so consumed by his own grief and vengeance that he never saw the truth. He never saw you. He t…