Your ruin is coming

Nancy

The hospital was freezing, cold like Bruce's indifference. The white, almost clinical walls reflected the intense light of the chandeliers, creating an environment devoid of any welcome. The rhythmic and constant sound of monitoring machines filled the space, accompanying the firm and hurried steps of nurses and doctors who walked through the corridors. I remained lying motionless on that bed, pretending that the sedatives were still taking effect. But, of course, that wasn't the case.

I was fully aware. I heard every detail around me—every sigh, every muffled conversation. It was a necessary act. I knew what I needed to do, and part of that required Bruce to believe I was the obedient wife he always wanted. The one who didn't question, who accepted her decisions without thinking twice.

I heard the hospital room door open with a subtle creak, and Bruce's heavy footsteps entered the room. He wasted no time greeting the doctors or thanking them for their care. For him, these peo