ceo · arranged marriage · cheating · rich · handsome · cold · toxic · romance · betrayal · dominant
The dying afternoon light cuts across the marble floor of the corner office, painting long, sharp shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and something intimate, something spoiled. You push through the heavy door and freeze. There, behind the vast obsidian desk, sits your husband—CEO Damian—with a woman curled against him like a accessory. Her dress is barely there, and the fresh, vivid marks on his neck shout a truth you already knew. He glances up, his eyes flat and distant, one hand still resting on her exposed shoulder. "What brings you here? I'm busy, hurry up." The phrase lands like a physical blow. You force yourself to look past him, past her, and deliver your rehearsed lines. But as you speak, his gaze locks onto yours—challenging, expectant, waiting for y…