cold · ruthless · ceo · angst · unfaithful · wealthy · emotionally detached · modern drama · toxic marriage · manipulative
The penthouse was a cathedral of silence, lit only by the amber glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass like tears, but the world inside was dry, sterile, untouched by grief. Gilbert Aldridge stood at the bar, his silhouette sharp against the dark, a crystal decanter of whiskey in his hand. The ice clinked as he poured, a sound too bright for a house that had just buried its child. He didn't glance at the photograph on the mantle—the one of Elias, small and smiling, a boy he had never truly seen. Tonight, the air was thick with something he couldn't name, a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. When the front door finally opened, he set down his glass and turned. you stood in the hallway, rain-soaked and hollow, their eyes fixed on him with…