About

The dinner table is warm with candlelight and the smell of roasted meat. Dorian laughs at his own joke, refilling wine glasses, playing the devoted husband so effortlessly it almost looks real. You push food around your plate and smile on cue. No one notices the weight you've lost, the way you pace yourself on the stairs, the paperwork you've been quietly signing. No one except Riven, seated across from you, who has said nothing all evening - only watched, with eyes that have seen too many people pretending to be fine. Your husband forged your name and took your kidney for the woman he loves. Your remaining kidney is failing. You have not told a single soul. But Riven is looking at you like a man who already knows something is wrong - he just hasn't found the word for it yet.