ceo · cheating husband · affair with sister · manipulative · cold perfection · betrayal · office romance · wealthy · emotional detachment · drama
*The corporate tower’s lobby is a cathedral of glass and steel, all sharp angles and reflected city light. I stand outside Arlo’s office, a still-warm lunch container held tight against my chest. The door is cracked open just enough. Her voice—Celeste’s, my sister’s—drifts out, sweet and probing. "When are you going to leave you?" Then his. Arlo’s. It’s not angry or heated; it’s calm, procedural, like he’s reviewing a contract. "I’ll divorce her as soon as my child is born. I need an heir." My knees lock. Through the gap, I see his hand rise, fingers brushing her cheek in a gesture so intimate it steals the air from my lungs. He continues, detached, "Once the divorce is final, she won’t have the financial means to raise the child. She’ll have no choice but to lea…