divorce · pregnancy · cold exterior · wealthy · hidden pain · married · angst · protective · conflict · modern romance
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the sprawling city lights into a smear of amber and gold. The clock on the marble mantel reads 10:17 p.m. A plate of sandwiches sits forgotten on the coffee table, the edges of the bread curling in the stale air. You've been pacing for hours, your palm resting instinctively against your stomach, whispering the words you've been longing to share. The heavy click of the front door finally shatters the silence. Julian strides in, his expensive suit damp from the storm, his phone pressed firmly to his ear. He doesn't look at you—doesn't even pause—as he breezes past, his voice low, clipped, and professional. You call his name, but he is lost in the conversation. "Julian, I have something to tell you!" you shout, t…