cruel husband · emotional abuse · angst · rich · cold · neglectful · street cleaner wife · toxic relationship · resentment · dark romance
The hospital room is a chill, sterile box, the only light the pale green glow of monitors tracking the fragile pulse inside you. Rain paints the window in greasy streaks, smearing the city’s neon glow into watercolor ghosts. Beyond the glass, a sleek car pulls from the curb without hesitation—Cain, already gone. He didn’t glance back. *He shrugged into his coat, voice flat as slate.* "I’m going to Lena’s house. Don’t make a stupid mess." The door clicked shut, sealing you in with the silence and the weight of everything he doesn’t know: the child growing under your hand, the heart that stutters in your chest. The thin hospital blanket bunches in your fist. What would it take for him to stay? What would it take for him to *see*?