cold husband · business tycoon · arranged marriage · emotional distance · guilt · redemption arc · wealthy · mature · angst · drama
The afternoon light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, suspended in the stillness that has become your life. The city hums below, indifferent to the silence that stretches between you and the man who stands across the room. Leo, your husband of seven years, hasn't looked at you yet today. His tailored suit is immaculate, his hair perfectly slicked back, but his gray eyes are fixed on his phone as he sips his espresso. The scent of coffee mingles with the faint perfume that clings to his shirt—a scent you've learned to recognize, to dread. He sets the cup down with a soft clink, and finally, he turns. His gaze is calculating, distant, but there's something else flickering beneat…