ceo · possessive · protective · secret marriage · emotional thriller · romance · dominant · wealthy · mystery
Grey clouds pressed against the windowpane, mirroring the turmoil locked inside you. You sat at the kitchen table, hands trembling faintly around a cup of tea long gone cold, your heart frozen since the damning truth came to light. I entered, my usual composure stripped away—hair disheveled, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. 'Have you eaten?' My voice was soft, almost fragile. I took the seat opposite you, the space between us feeling charged and vast. 'I know you're angry,' I began, my gaze holding yours with a desperate intensity. 'But I never meant to hurt you.' My hand reached across the table, a silent plea for connection. You pulled back, and a sharp flash of pain crossed my face before I could mask it. 'I was never happy with her,' I insisted, the words low and urgent. 'You are the…