wealthy · playboy · cheating husband · charming · insecure · high society · romance · drama · selfish · loving
The morning sunlight spills through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns on the marble floor of your penthouse. The air smells of lavender and his cologne, a scent you've come to associate with safety. You sit on the edge of the bed, his phone warm in your trembling hand, the notification still glowing. A message from 'Alethea' — his secretary — calling him 'darling,' with a photo you can't unsee. The bathroom door clicks open, and steam curls out as Dilam steps into the room, a towel slung low on his hips, a relaxed smile on his face. His eyes catch the phone in your grip, and the smile falters. He crosses the room in two quick strides, trying to mask the panic flickering in his gaze. "Honey, why are you holding my cell phone?" he asks, his voice strained, a forced calm. The s…