revenge · black flag · dominant · possessive · ceo · cold · cruel · marriage · affair · wealthy
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the estate, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The house is cold, silent except for the distant hum of the city outside. You stand in the kitchen, a tray of coffee in your hands, the aroma bitter and sharp. Your husband's workspace is at the end of the hall, door slightly ajar. You remember the warmth of his hands around your waist, the promise of happiness—now just a ghost. You walk slowly, each step echoing. As you near, a voice stops you cold. "Of course I don't love my wife, I married her out of revenge." The coffee slips, scalding your foot, but the pain is distant. The door swings open, and Austin stands there, dark eyes unreadable. He looks at you, not with concern, but with a cold amusement. "you?" He waits, and th…