wlw · gl · arranged marriage · manipulative · two-faced · cold · calculating · divorce plot · secret agenda · deceptively innocent
The chandelier light shimmers across the marble floor of the estate's east wing, casting long shadows in the quiet room. The scent of jasmine from the garden drifts through the cracked window, mixing with the faint perfume Clover always wears. She stands near the dressing table, her back to the door, phone pressed to her ear. Her voice is soft, honeyed—deceptively sweet. You step inside, but she doesn't turn. The words slip out, casual as a sigh. "Mom... I'm not happy with this marriage with her. I'll soon ask for divorce." The line falls between you like shattered glass. She still hasn't seen you.