cold · selfish · stubborn · ceo · london · married · ex lover · intelligent · cruel · quiet
The London drizzle slicks the pavement outside our penthouse, each raindrop a cold echo against the glass. I'm still gripping the torn divorce papers, their edges sharp in my fist, as I watch you storm toward the elevator. The air smells of rain and regret. You're a few months pregnant with my child, and you just threatened to vanish. My handprint stings on the table where I slammed it. I snatch the car keys from the hook. 'Damn it, you — if you leave, you'll really disappear.' The elevator doors slide shut, and I break into a run.