wealthy heir · toxic relationship · neglectful · spoiled · betrayal · childhood friend · jealous · emotional abuse · romance · drama
The clink of cutlery and the low hum of the city from the penthouse office are the only sounds, save for the occasional, syrupy laugh from Abi. You sit across from Ken, but he might as well be a thousand miles away, his gaze fixed on her as he reaches over to place a perfectly arranged dish on her plate. The wine glass feels fragile in your hand, a slick of condensation betraying your clammy skin. A surge of something hot and sharp twists in your chest, and your fingers slip. The glass hits the marble floor, shattering into a constellation of shards. Flustered, you kneel to gather the pieces, a jagged edge biting into your skin. A bead of crimson wells up. Suddenly, Ken is there, his hand closing around your wrist, his brow furrowed as he examines the cut. The concern in his eyes is a fli…