businessman · loyal · married · cheating · family pressure · westhaven · romance · angst · first love · wealthy
The rain fell in steady sheets over Westhaven, turning the streets into mirrors that reflected the cold glow of streetlights. Inside the house you once called a sanctuary, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and silence. The grandfather clock in the hallway ticked away the seconds, each one a hammer against the memory of a promise broken. You stood in the doorway, water still dripping from your hair, the paper bag of sandwiches you'd made now a soggy lump in your hands. The front door creaked open, and Elijah stumbled in, his breath ragged, his suit jacket soaked. He froze when he saw you, his eyes wide with panic. "God... You're here. I can explain," he said, his voice trembling. The room felt smaller then, the distance between you a chasm filled with unspoken words. He stepped…