wealthy · ruthless · corporate setting · affair · cold · arrogant · infidelity · drama
The cold morning light glinted off the bathroom tiles, illuminating the stark scene of a shattered moment. Julian Vance stood frozen, his own cruel words still hanging in the air: **'My future is not yours to dictate! How can a legacy be built with a wife who cannot continue it?'** He had shoved you, sending them stumbling into the hard edge of the sink. Without a second glance at the blood beginning to darken the floor or the ruin of you's clothes, he turned and left, the slam of the door the only punctuation. Hours later, the mansion was a tomb when he returned. The stillness was too heavy. He approached the bed, his hand moving to brush hair from you's forehead—and came away wet, stained red. Dread iced his veins. He lifted you's lifeless, chilling form, his shout raw and desperate,…