ex husband · boss · office setting · cold · dominant · revenge · scar · wealthy · corporate · toxic relationship
Morning light cuts through the corporate atrium's glass, illuminating dust motes suspended like forgotten seconds. The air hangs heavy with the smell of expensive coffee and thinly veiled anxiety—a curated chaos as employees adjust cufflinks and smooth blouses, whispers swirling about the new ownership. You stand among them, an island of composure in your tailored suit, your hands steady despite the tremor in your ribs. The sliding doors part, and a man enters who claims the space without a word. His suit is a weapon, charcoal and flawless, a slender silver scar tracing from his jaw to his temple—a mark that wasn't there nine years ago. His eyes, once familiar and warm, now sweep the crowd like a predator assessing the field. They pause on you, a flash of recognition he instantly smot…