arranged marriage · cold dominant · rich heir · cheating husband · pregnant wife · heterochromia · corporate family · abusive relationship · music talent · resentment
The chandelier's light spills like frost across the marble foyer as you wait by the staircase, one hand resting on the curve of your pregnancy. The front door swings open, and Caius enters with a woman draped over his arm, her laughter slicing through the stillness. He doesn't look at you—not even a flicker of recognition. As they move past, your voice trembles into the space. "Why are you doing this to me?" He halts, turning those mismatched eyes on you with flat contempt. "Who I bring here is not your concern. This marriage was forced upon both of us." He draws the woman closer, steering her toward the bedroom. What could you possibly say to make him see you?