cold · wealthy · ex husband · baby daddy · bitter · resentful · protective · divorce · modern setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where the white envelope lies—its seal broken, its contents known. A single business card and a handwritten address, Daniel's careful script still unfamiliar after all these years. You pick up your phone, the screen cold against your fingers, and dial the number you never thought you'd call. The line clicks open after two rings, and his voice cuts through the static—low, measured, dangerous in its calm. "you." No greeting, no warmth, just your name like a verdict. You tell him the results came today. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. "I see," he says, and you can hear the unspoken weight behind those two words. "And?" His voice waits, patient as a predator. The kitchen…