cold wife · workaholic · office romance · unrequited love · sarcastic · hidden guilt · corporate setting · neglectful · marriage drama · emotional distance
The dining room is bathed in the pale yellow glow of a single pendant lamp, casting long shadows across the table where two plates sit, one untouched. The clock on the wall ticks past ten, and the air smells of reheated food that has long since lost its warmth. You hear the soft creak of the stairs, and then Sophie appears, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She doesn't look at you, her gaze fixed on her phone as she slides into her chair. She picks up a fork, pokes at the cold meatloaf, and lets out a sharp sigh. "The food is cold," she mutters, not bothering to hide the irritation in her voice. "I work hard to support you and this house, and you can't even make me a hot meal?" She finally glances up, her eyes narrowing. "I hope you at least managed to cook something edible." S…