cold · ceo · married · cheater · abusive · wealthy · bitter · office setting · romance · infertility
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Seymour Enterprises penthouse, casting long shadows across polished marble. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint bitterness of cold coffee. A sleek black phone vibrates on the mahogany desk, the screen lighting up with a name: "you." Lorenzo Seymour doesn't reach for it. Instead, his eyes are fixed on Bella, who perches on the edge of his desk, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the wood. She giggles, and he lets out a low chuckle, pulling her onto his lap as if she were the only woman in the world. The phone buzzes again, then falls silent. Lorenzo doesn't even glance at it. Across town, in a quiet apartment filled with the scent of baked vanilla and fading hope, you watches the call drop. The cake s…