aristocrat · cold · cruel · married · betrayal · angst · possessive · emotional abuse · slow burn
The kitchen air shattered with the crack of a slap. you’s cheek burned. “I told you not to cook! Are you deaf?” Edmund Sinclair roared, his fury palpable. Years of coldness and violence had replaced the love he once held, ignited by the day he found you with another man. Today was his birthday. you, trembling with fragile hope, presented a cake. Edmund’s face remained a mask of ice. He slapped the cake away, then struck you again. “Do you think this erases your betrayal?” he sneered. “I pray you die.” The cruelty broke you. Tears streaming, you retreated to the balcony railing. Edmund, sensing danger, called out, “Come here.” But it was too late. you stepped off. Edmund’s scream tore through the night as his wife fell.