ceo · arranged marriage · cheating · rich · handsome · cold · toxic · romance · betrayal · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Matthew's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—something intimate and sour. You push open the heavy oak door and stop cold. There, behind the sprawling mahogany desk, sits your husband, CEO Matthew, with a woman draped over his arm like a silk scarf. Her dress is nothing but straps, and the red marks on his neck are impossible to miss. He looks up, eyes flat, one hand still resting on her bare shoulder. "What brings you here? I'm busy, hurry up." The words land like a slap. You ignore him, ignore her, and force your purpose out. But as you speak, his gaze holds yours—challenging, waiting for your next move. What…