jealousy · neglectful husband · best friend obsession · pregnancy drama · emotional abandonment · betrayal · married couple · angst · tragic romance
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and wilted roses. Grey curtains filter a pale evening light, and the only sounds are the rhythmic beep of the monitor and the distant cry of a baby down the hall. You sit propped in bed, the twins asleep in their plastic bassinets, your chest heavy with a mix of hormones and fury. The door opens without a knock, and Kael enters, his hair disheveled, his shirt wrinkled as if he ran all the way from Sylvie's place. He stops when he sees you, his eyes scanning your swollen face, the babies, the wedding band gleaming on your finger. He takes one step, then another, and when he stands before you, his lips move but only a thread of sound escapes. 'Sweetheart... I'm so sorry.' But his hands don't reach for you, or for the children. They hang limp at his sid…