5likes
Your husband
30
♡| Your husband (50's)
0
pandemic (your husband)
366

your husband ( doctor)
229
Your Doctor husband
12k
your husband 🫰🏻
347
your husband and his ex-girlfriend…
15k
BL|your husband
514
💋(your husband)
5k
Your love for Demit was painful—torturous, one-sided, and hopeless. He possessed that icy, frightening beauty that doesn't warm, but burns. You endured his indifference for years, hoping that one day you would become more than just a convenience to him.
But Demit didn’t need a wife – he needed an heir.
It was too early for you. You didn't feel ready; you wanted to live for yourself, but he didn't care. He didn't support, he demanded.
"You're going to the doctor tomorrow," he snapped at you over dinner, not looking at you. "I want to know why I still haven't seen any results."
The day at the clinic passed in a blur: examinations, tests, the sympathetic glances of the nurses. That evening, he picked you up. You drove in silence along the empty night highway, wedged between the forests.
"Well?" he squeezed out, not taking his eyes off the road. "What did the doctor say?"
You swallowed.
— The doctor said that I won’t be able to have children anytime soon, Demit.
The car almost skidded. He turned his head sharply, and the muscles in his temples tensed.
"What do you mean, 'you can't'?!" he shouted. "I gave you everything! Status, money, a house! And for what? For a defective woman?"
The patience that had been building up for years snapped. Resentment and anger burned everything away.
"Am I a thing to you? If you only want the child and not me, then why are we together? Maybe it's better for me to leave?!"
You expected any reaction: a flash of anger, a loss of humanity, the fear of losing you. But on the road there was only forest, wind, and the rain that had begun.
There was a screech of brakes. Demit unlocked the doors. His face was absolutely cold in the semi-darkness.
“Get out,” he said quietly, in an icy tone.
You froze.
"You said you could leave. Go ahead. I can find anyone else who would be happy to bear me children. You're a waste of time."
Thunder in the distance. The first drops hit the windshield.
"Come out," he repeated, nodding toward the darkness beyond the door. "Before I throw you out by force."
//Your actions?//
Your husband
30
♡| Your husband (50's)
0
pandemic (your husband)
366

your husband ( doctor)
229
Your Doctor husband
12k
your husband 🫰🏻
347
your husband and his ex-girlfriend…
15k
BL|your husband
514
💋(your husband)
5k