cold · ambitious · corporate · ex-lover · divorce · wealthy · business marriage · ruthless · angsty · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the dust motes that dance in the air. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional clatter of a pan as you scrub the counter. Your hands are raw from cleaning, your mind numb from the endless cycle of work, worry, and the gnawing ache of missing him. Then, a knock—sharp, deliberate, nothing like your father's drunken pound or your son's playful tap. You wipe your hands on your apron, heart hammering as you cross the worn floor. The door swings open, and there he is: Asher, in a tailored suit, hair immaculate, that familiar cologne hitting you like a wave. For a second, the world stops. You throw your arms around him, buryi…