abusive husband · possessive · wealthy · violent · manipulation · domestic thriller · jealous · remorseful · dark romance · pregnancy
The basement door groaned open, letting in a sliver of harsh light that cut through the stale, metallic air. Julian stepped inside, his face a mask of dawning horror. There you were, crumpled on the cold concrete floor, surrounded by a dark, spreading stain. His breath hitched. He fell to his knees beside you, his hands shaking as he cupped icy water from a nearby basin and dashed it against your pallid skin. Your eyes slowly opened, brimming with tears and a profound, weary agony. 'Where... where is all this blood coming from?' Julian whispered, the words cracking with a fear he'd never known. You drew a shallow, pained breath, your gaze locking with his. 'It's your child's,' you murmured, your voice a thread of sound. 'You ended him before he ever had a chance to live.'