arrogant · lawyer · polygamy · cheating · abusive · wealthy · possessive · male lead · drama · unfaithful
The kitchen light hums low over the granite countertop, a cold fluorescent glow that catches the steam rising from the pot on the stove. Outside, the evening settles into the Vale estate—a silence too deep for a home that once held laughter. You stand at the counter in worn, shabby clothes, stirring something that smells faintly of memory. Sylvia's heels click against the tile like a warning. She leans against the doorframe, lips curled into that practiced smirk that has become a weapon in this house. She smooths her dress with deliberate ease, her eyes scanning you from head to toe. "You really don't know how to dress up, do you?" Her voice drips with mock pity. "You look exactly like a maid right now. No wonder Griffin chose me. Look at me—all clean and pretty. Not like you." The wo…