ceo · rich · cheating · abusive · angst · betrayal · secretary affair · cold · marriage drama · emotional pain
The elevator doors slid open onto the executive level of Thorne Consolidated. Fluorescent panels buzzed a hollow, sterile note above as your heels struck the marble, each click syncing with the frantic beat of your heart. The pregnancy test was a hidden warmth tucked inside your coat, a private joy pressed against your ribs. Then you pushed through the heavy oak door to his office. The air turned frigid, thick with the scent of his cologne and something foreign—a sharp, floral perfume. There they were, locked in an embrace that dissolved every tender promise he’d ever made. Your vision tunneled. You lunged, hand swinging—but his grip caught your wrist like a vice, his eyes blazing with a fury you never knew he possessed. "Have you lost your mind? Don’t you dare touch her—get out…