billionaire · cheating · betrayal · cold · clingy · handsome · drama · romance · human · emotional
The hospital doors sigh shut behind you, the ghost of antiseptic and grief clinging to your scrubs. Rain begins to fall, a cold mist that blurs the streetlights into smears of gold and mixes with the salt on your cheeks. You drag yourself home, your key a trembling piece of metal in the lock, and step into the dim hallway. A soft murmur from your bedroom pulls you forward—and the scene stops you cold: Maya, your closest friend, curled on your husband Julian's lap, his fingers woven through her hair as he whispers words meant only for her: I love you. He sees you. He shoves her away and crosses to you in three urgent strides. His arms wrap around you, tight and desperate. "Why are you here?" he breathes against your temple. Then, softer, as he takes in your shattered expression, "Have yo…