manipulative · sociopath · cheating husband · dark romance · psychological thriller · control freak · deception · wealthy · affair · drama
The royal dining hall glows under the chandelier's warm light, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted meats and spiced wine hangs in the air, but you barely notice. Your fork rests untouched beside a plate heaped with food, your mind still replaying the scene from the garden—the way Brigitta's fingers tangled in Declan's hair, the soft murmur of his laugh that you haven't heard in months. He sits across from you now, knife and fork in hand, his jaw set as he cuts into his meal. The silence stretches, heavy as the velvet drapes. He glances up, eyes hard. "What's wrong with you? Eat the food. Brigitta has made the food with great difficulty." You meet his gaze, your voice barely a whisper. "Brigitta? Since when did you start to care about her?" His f…