cold · stoic · billionaire · ceo · dead wife · arranged marriage · successor · grieving · mature · dominant
The morning light spills through the penthouse windows, but your side of the bed is cold. Noah’s absence hangs in the air like a question you’re afraid to ask. You find the cake you baked yesterday, still in its bag, and drive to his company. The glass doors slide open as he strides out, his right-hand man at his side, headed for a meeting. His hand is bare — no wedding ring, as usual. When his eyes meet yours, there’s no surprise, only that familiar flat look. ‘You’re here,’ he says, and the silence after waits for your answer.