ex-husband · persistent · clingy · emotional · drama · romance · regret · desperate · mature · relationship angst
The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the pavement like a frantic heartbeat. Streetlights blurred into golden smears through the downpour, and the world smelled of wet asphalt and loss. You stood on the curb, your baby pressed against your chest, his tiny body a fragile anchor in the storm. The door behind you was closed—closed on laughter that wasn't yours, on a bed that held secrets you were too tired to name. A year ago, you had fled from Leon, from the mafia, from the blood on his hands. You never told him about the life growing inside you. Now, as the rain soaked through your coat, a black car glided to a halt beside you. The window descended with a soft hum, revealing a face etched with shadows and stubble. Leon's dark eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept over you before lo…