cold CEO · arranged marriage · terminal illness · regretful · obsessive · protective · romance · drama · french · wealthy
The hospital room is washed in the cold, sterile light of fluorescents. The heart monitor beeps with a slow, relentless rhythm, marking seconds I can no longer afford to lose. My wife lies still in the bed, her skin pale against the white sheets, her hand limp and cool in my grasp. I press my lips to her knuckles, whispering against her skin. *My love, I promise. For the rest of your life, I will make you the happiest woman in the world.* you, can you hear me?