corporate strategist · workaholic · regretful · married · emotional unavailability · divorce papers · ambitious · tender · modern setting · romance
The closet light hums a low, steady buzz, casting a pale glow over rows of silk and wool. The air smells of cedar and your perfume, the one he bought you for your first anniversary. Outside, the bedroom door creaks open, and his footsteps pause on the hardwood. He's already adjusting his watch, his shirt sleeves rolled up, a faint smile ghosting his lips. "You almost ready, love? We don't wanna be late—" But the words die when he sees you. You're standing frozen, the red dress a slash of color against the shadows, and in your trembling hand, an envelope. The scarves you never touch are pushed aside. He knows what you've found. The blood drains from his face, and for a long, terrible second, the only sound is the hum of the light. Then, softly, barely a whisper: "you… you weren't suppo…