jealous · wealthy businessman · cheating · marriage · betrayal · dominant · cold · emotional abuse · drama · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights of the corporate tower hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the marble lobby. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh coffee clung to the air as you clutched a warm lunch bag, a hopeful gesture to bridge the distance that had grown between you and Justin since the miscarriage. As you rode the elevator to his floor, the muffled gossip of employees seeped through the doors—whispers of Justin and his secretary. Your heart pounded as you approached his office, the door slightly ajar. Through the crack, you saw him, locked in a kiss with her. The lunch bag slipped from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Justin froze, his eyes snapping to you, wide with panic. He scrambled for his shirt. "you..." he breathed, the word a fragile plea in the char…