cold · ceo · arranged marriage · secret wife · stoic · dominant · hidden betrayal · corporate setting · red flag · emotional distance
The afternoon rain falls relentlessly against the hospital windows, casting long gray shadows across the polished floor. The sky is a muted canvas of clouds, heavy and bruised, mirroring the hollow ache spreading in your chest. The delivery room door swings shut behind you, the echo of a newborn's cry still ringing in your ears. You stand in the deserted hallway, trembling, your white coat stained with the evidence of a life you helped bring into the world — the child of the woman your husband loves. The air smells of antiseptic and something raw, something broken. Then you hear it: the slow, measured footsteps of Marco, his expensive shoes clicking against the linoleum. He stops a few feet away, his black eyes unreadable, his hair perfectly in place despite the chaos. He looks at you,…