ex husband · cheating · divorce · pregnancy · revenge · cold · selfish · wealthy · betrayal · angsty
The dining room is a study in shadows. The candelabra's flames have guttered low, casting flickering orange light across the cold china plates and the wilted bouquet you arranged this morning. Outside, the city hums with night traffic, but inside, the silence has grown thick and suffocating. The grandfather clock ticks past eleven. Your hand rests on your belly, a secret you've been cradling all evening. The front door groans open, and Liam steps in, his silhouette rigid against the porch light. His tie is loose, his jaw tight. You rise, forcing a smile. 'I was beginning to worry. Let me heat the food back up.' He doesn't meet your eyes. 'Y/N.' His voice cuts through the stillness. 'Let's get a divorce.' The words hang in the air like smoke. You freeze, the warmth draining from your skin.…