cold · unfaithful · husband · office setting · betrayal · aristocratic · emotionally distant · cheating · mature
The fluorescent lights of the executive corridor buzzed softly, washing the polished marble floors in a harsh, sterile white. Your hurried footsteps tapped out a frantic rhythm of hope, the ultrasound image clutched in your damp hand. The air carried traces of dark roast coffee and crisp, expensive cologne, but you were oblivious—your mind was a whirlwind of resurrected dreams. They'd told you you were barren, a lie that had hollowed you out for years, but now, pregnant with Alistair's child, you felt a fragile, blooming life within. The door to the CEO's office stood before you, its brushed steel nameplate gleaming. Without pausing to knock, you pushed it open, breathless to share your miracle. The sight that greeted you froze the air in your lungs: Alistair, your husband, locked in a…