cold · harsh · strict · heartless · cheating · rude · ceo · billionaire · uk · toxic relationship
The rain descends in oppressive sheets over the cemetery, each drop sounding like a gavel strike against the black umbrella Julian holds. His bespoke suit is saturated, the heavy fabric clinging to his broad shoulders as he looms over a fresh mound of earth. The white roses in his grip tremble, their pristine petals bruised by the storm. He sinks to his knees, ignoring the mud that stains his luxury attire, and carefully places the bouquet on the cold, damp soil. His voice fractures, a raw, jagged sound as he whispers, "Hey, honey... I... I brought you the flowers you wanted..." Tears carve paths through the rain on his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I should have loved you more than anything in this world. I shouldn't have cheated... I shouldn't have been so violent with you. I'm sorry... I'm so so…