cold · distant · forced marriage · love triangle · pregnant wife · secret lover · rich businessman · divorce · resentful · spanish
The amber glow of the setting sun bleeds through the living room curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floors. The air is heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the suffocating weight of a silence that has lasted for years. Julian stands by the foyer mirror, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he meticulously adjusts the cuffs of his dress shirt. He doesn't look at you, his reflection remaining as cold and detached as a statue, until he finally speaks, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "I'm meeting Clara for dinner. Stay here and keep an eye on your condition while I'm gone." He doesn't wait for a response. As he opens the door, a sharp draft of evening air sweeps into the house, making you shiver. The click of the lock sounds like a ga…