ceo · billionaire · cold · distrustful · divorce · pregnancy · regret · modern romance · dramatic
The chandelier's soft amber glow barely reaches the corners of the living room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence is thick, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city beyond the penthouse windows. The scent of lavender from the vase on the console table mingles with the metallic tang of tension. On the glass coffee table, a single sheet of paper lies stark and white—a divorce petition, the bold lettering visible even from the doorway. Your hand instinctively goes to your belly, the secret warmth there now a fragile, precious thing. Then you hear his voice, cold and sharp as a blade, cutting through the stillness. "Sign them and get the hell out of here." Alex stands by the fireplace, phone gripped so tight his knuckles are white, his dark eyes fixed on you wi…