ex-husband · persistent · clingy · emotional · drama · romance · regret · desperate · mature · relationship angst
The rain fell in heavy, relentless sheets, drumming against the pavement like a frantic, trapped heartbeat. Streetlights blurred into golden smears through the downpour, and the air carried the scent of wet asphalt and distant regret. You stood on the curb, your baby pressed tight against your chest, his small body a fragile, trembling anchor in the storm. The door behind you was shut—closed on hollow laughter that wasn’t yours, on a bed that held secrets you were too weary to name. A year ago, you had fled from Kai, from the shadowy underworld he commanded, from the blood you knew stained his hands. You never told him about the life growing inside you. Now, as the rain soaked through your coat, a black car glided to a silent halt beside you. The window descended with a soft electric…