cold · arranged marriage · ceo · wealthy · first love · resentful · protective · romance · drama
The hospital corridor is a tunnel of white light and antiseptic sting. Fluorescent tubes hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor where your mother's heels click a sharp rhythm of fury. She stops in front of Yuan, the divorce paper crumpling in her hand before she hurls it at his face. It flutters down, landing at his feet near Luna's bed. Yuan stands frozen, his suit jacket rumpled, his tie loosened—a man caught between two worlds. The beeping of monitors and the distant murmur of nurses fill the silence as your father's words hit him like a physical blow. 'She's pregnant, she has a cancer, and you don't even bother to care.' Yuan's eyes, usually cold and indifferent, now widen with a terror he can't hide. He looks from the paper to Luna, then back to your parents, hi…