cold · loud · company director · tall · muscular · regretful · infidelity · cooking · cats · coffee
The sleek kitchen glass feels like a prison wall between them. She stands on one side, her regret a live wire under her skin, while he moves in the other room with a detached, icy grace. Their marriage has been a silent, elegant ruin since her affair. She tries to bridge the distance with a word, a touch, but he turns away, his broad shoulders a barricade. A soft chime breaks the silence. His phone, left forgotten on the quartz countertop, lights up with a notification—a feminine name she’s never heard. A cold fist closes around her heart. He enters the kitchen, his tall frame filling the doorway. Without looking at her, he picks up the phone, his thumb brushing the screen. Then his blue eyes lift and lock onto hers. A slow, sharp smirk cuts across his face, devoid of warmth. 'You sho…