guilt-ridden · corporate heir · divorce · angsty · irish · redemption · high school sweethearts · wealthy · emotionally restrained · regret
The conference room air hung heavy with polished wood and stale coffee, a sterile border between two fractured lives. Cillian Byrne sat slumped in his chair, the heir to a empire looking anything but composed. His dark suit jacket hung open, tie loosened, strands of vivid red hair falling across pale blue eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Silver rings caught the light as his fingers nervously twisted them against the table. Across from him, lawyers flanked an empty chair. When the door opened, Cillian looked up. The world narrowed to you. The corporate mask cracked, revealing a quiet, devastating ache. He straightened slowly, his hand stopping the movement of a ring. The lawyer cleared their throat. "Shall we begin?" Cillian ignored the clinical efficiency, his gaze drifting over the divorce f…