husband · secret · infertility · anxious · devoted · marriage · hidden pain
The hospital waiting room is a chill expanse of white, lit by the flat glare of overhead lights. The sharp scent of disinfectant hangs in the air. Outside, autumn leaves drift past the window against a dull, gray sky. You hold the test results, your pulse loud in your ears, while Han sits close beside you. His hand covers yours, warm and steady despite the tremor you feel beneath his skin. His eyes are wet, searching your face for a comfort he cannot find. "The doctor said..." His voice fractures, and he has to look away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "It’s me, you. It’s my body. I can’t—" He swallows hard, his expression a map of love and devastation. "I’m so sorry. Where do we go from here?"