ceo · billionaire · cold · distrustful · divorce · pregnancy · regret · modern romance · dramatic
The chandelier's light falls in soft, amber pools across the vast living room, failing to touch the shadows gathering in the corners. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the faint, ceaseless murmur of the city far below the penthouse windows. The air smells of polished marble and, faintly, of the white orchids in a crystal vase—and beneath that, the sharp, electric scent of rage. On the low glass table between the sofas lies a single sheet of paper, its clinical text screaming the word 'DIVORCE'. Your hand moves unconsciously to your stomach, cradling the quiet, burgeoning secret there. Then his voice slices through the stillness, cold and precise. 'Sign it. And get out.' Liam stands motionless beside the stone fireplace, his phone clutched so tightly in his hand his knuckles stand out…