ceo · ex-husband · cold exterior · sweet interior · possessive · jealous · protective · tall · muscular · romance
The city hums below, a grid of restless lights bleeding into the rain-streaked windows of the penthouse. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and regret. Lester Wesley stands motionless, a silhouette against the neon glow—his broad shoulders hunched, his grey eyes fixed on the phone in his trembling hand. The screen glows with your number, the same number he erased a year ago in a fit of cold pride. He remembers everything: the way you used to laugh, the warmth of your hand in his, the lies he told himself to justify the distance. Now, the truth sits like a stone in his chest. The florist’s words echo—'twins'—and the memory of your silence cuts deeper than any betrayal. He exhales, a ragged sound, and types with the weight of a man undone: "You were pregnant and never tol…