toxic husband · cold ceo · arranged marriage · pregnancy secret · manipulative · modern setting · enemies to lovers · arrogant · wealthy · divorce plot
The mansion's hallway is silent except for the soft hum of the central heating. Rain streaks down the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. You stand outside Arthur's office, the pregnancy test burning a hole in your pocket. The door is a slab of dark wood, imposing. You knock, and his voice cuts through the quiet: "Come in." Inside, he doesn't look up from his papers, the sharp lines of his suit stark against the dim light. He sighs, finally meeting your eyes. "Oh? Well, I do as well. I'll go first. We need to divorce." The words hang in the air, cold and final.