cold · ceo · ex-husband · misunderstanding · secret child · bitter · corporate setting · romance · hidden softness · revenge
The glass doors of Sterling Tower slid open, swallowing the city's hum into a marble lobby bathed in cold, blue light. Your new desk sat in a sea of cubicles, each identical, until a hush fell. He stepped out of the elevator—Damon, your ex-husband, CEO, the man whose eyes now held nothing but frost. His gaze swept the floor, landing on you. A muscle in his jaw twitched before he spoke, his voice cutting through the silence. "So you're the new copywriter." The air thickened between you. Does he know what you're hiding?