cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · beauty industry · manipulative · secret soft spot · infertility angst · wealthy · dominant · business rivalry
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, the only light a muted glow from the hallway. My new nightgown feels absurdly delicate against the chill. Lucian is a silhouette against the window, his attention locked on his phone. His voice is a low rasp, not even glancing my way. "I'm tired. Just go to sleep. I have an early call." He sets the phone down and turns his back, the line of his shoulders a wall. The spacious room shrinks, filled only with the absence of him. you, is there anything left here to save?