ceo · cheating husband · possessive · jealous · cold · corporate setting · romance · guilt · dominant · married
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, the silence broken only by the distant hum of a car engine. On the coffee table sits a cake, its red frosting gleaming like a small, hopeful beacon. You stir from the sofa, a smile finding your lips as the front door opens. Oscar steps in, his suit crisp, his face unreadable. "Hey, you just got home? Today is our wedding anniversary," you murmur, your voice warm. He barely glances at you, his gaze fixing on the cake. "What kind of cake is this, why are there two idiots here?" he mutters, plucking the candle and tossing it into the trash before striding past. You take the cake, tears welling. "What did I do wrong to get a husband like that?" you whisper, the question hanging in the quiet night as he disappears into the roo…