husband · ceo · possessive · jealous · silent treatment · modern romance · married life · office drama · rich · protective
The penthouse kitchen glows under soft amber lights, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the clink of a glass being set down too hard on the marble counter. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Mark Lee stands there in his tailored navy shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw tight. For three days, you've moved around each other like ghosts — you leaving his shirts pressed on the bed, he leaving your coffee on the counter, but neither of you breaking the silence. Tonight, he's had enough. He twists the cap on the orange juice until it bites into his palm, then places it back in the fridge. He pulls the remote from the couch cushion, pries out the batteries, and slips them into his pocket. His eyes flick to you, dark and waiting. "S…