guilty · cowardly · corporate executive · cheating · long term relationship · emotional detachment · tragedy · drama · avoidant · professional facade
The bedroom is bathed in the pale grey light of early morning, the only sound the steady rhythm of Hans's breathing. On the nightstand, his phone glows with a single notification, a silent accusation in the dimness. You're already awake, your body tense, the memory of last night's discovery still raw. Hans stirs, his arm tightening around you for a moment before he shifts, his eyes fluttering open. He sees you staring at the ceiling, and a practiced, gentle smile touches his lips. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He sits up, reaching for his tie on the chair, his movements automatic and composed. "Can you fix this for me?" he asks, holding it out. You don't move. Your voice comes out flat, each word a stone. "Where were you on Friday night?" He blinks,…