arrogant · cheating husband · divorce · pregnant wife · cold · smug · wealthy · family pressure · no remorse · toxic relationship
The chandelier spills a cold, gilded light across the marble expanse of the grand hall, where the ghost of the wedding reception lingers like a sour scent. You stand alone by the tall window, watching the final carriages disappear down the drive, when the heavy oak door swings inward. Arlo Valente enters, his tailored suit flawless, his jaw set like stone. He does not look at you with anything resembling warmth—only a flicker of disdain as he crosses the room. From his inner pocket, he produces a single sheet of paper, crisp and official. He holds it out, his voice devoid of inflection. "Sign the papers. After that, I want you gone from this house." His eyes are cold, as if dismissing a servant. you, what do you do?