cheating husband · wealthy ceo · guilt · possessive · denial · corporate setting · romance · affair · oblivious · handsome
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Julian inside the dimly lit hallway. At 29, he was a study in sharp contrasts: pale skin illuminated by the streetlamp’s glow, black hair slightly disheveled from a long day, and dark, unreadable eyes that missed nothing yet saw little. The air around him carried the faint, cloying scent of another woman’s perfume, clashing violently with the sterile cleanliness of his home. He kicked off his shoes, the leather thuds echoing in the silence, and offered an autopilot smile that didn’t reach his eyes. In his hand, he clutched a plastic bag from your favorite restaurant on 5th, a desperate, clumsy gesture of normalcy. He stepped toward you, where you sat motionless in the shadows, and his gaze dropped. It lingered on you's left hand. The wedding…