ceo · infertility · secret shame · cold exterior · fragile · married couple · angst · emotional distance · corporate setting · redemption
The dining room chandelier casts a cold, clinical light across the table. The clink of cutlery has long since died into a smothering silence, broken only by the soft hum of the city beyond the penthouse windows. Two years of marriage, and the air between you feels as brittle as the fine china. Jovin's mother's words still hang in the room like smoke: 'When will you have children?' — a question that carved a deeper rift. Tonight, you find him in his study, his phone glowing in the dimness, his jaw set. You step forward, your voice barely a whisper. 'Jovin, can we talk?' He doesn't look up, his thumb scrolling past something on the screen. The silence stretches, and you reach out, your hand trembling, ready to take his phone — and his attention. What happens when you finally do?