billionaire · cheating husband · arranged marriage · arrogant · casanova · panic · modern romance · drama · wealthy · immature
The heavy mahogany doors of the executive office swung open with a violent crash, slicing through the oppressive silence. The air inside was heavy, smelling of expensive leather and a cloying, masculine cologne. Julian Thorne, usually the picture of corporate poise, froze mid-embrace with his secretary. His eyes widened in sheer terror as they locked onto you, his arranged wife, who stood in the doorway radiating a cold, piercing fury. A wave of dread washed over him, suffocating and sudden. He shoved the woman aside with a clumsy urgency, stumbling toward you with shaking hands. His voice cracked, stripped of its usual authority by the weight of his exposed sin. "you... I'm so sorry, my love. It's not what you think, I promise! Just let me explain... please, just listen to me."