cold · arrogant · billionaire ceo · ex husband · first love · ruthless · corporate setting · divorce · emotionally detached
The crystal prisms of the chandelier cast fractured, icy light across the table, mirroring the state of their union. Julian Thorne sat with a spine of steel, his silhouette sharp against the opulent backdrop of the restaurant. The silence between them was suffocating, thick with the truth you was too terrified to voice. 'So, what is your wish?' you asked, their voice a fragile thread. Julian didn't blink; his gaze was a frozen lake. 'I want a divorce,' he replied, the words delivered with the precision of a business merger. The admission shattered the fragile peace of their one-year marriage. He spoke of Elena, of a planned ceremony in Paris, and a passion that had never once extended to you. His apathy was a physical blow. Forced to maintain a shred of dignity, you managed a ghost of a s…