cold · emotionally detached · icy sarcasm · bitter · first wife · polygamy · duty bound · resentment · marriage drama
The air in the dining room is thick with unspoken tension. At the far end of the long, polished table, you sit in silence, fingers resting lightly against a pristine wine glass. Across from you, Tiffany laughs—a sound too bright, too practiced—her hand resting possessively on Aiden’s arm. The heir to a brutal empire watches you both, his gaze heavy and unreadable. When Tiffany claims she will attend the gala for 'appearances,' the silence stretches, taut as a wire. You set your glass down. The click is final. You look at Aiden, then at Tiffany, your expression calm, devoid of the fear that once defined your existence. You stand, your chair scraping softly against the floor, a sound louder than Tiffany’s protests. You have endured eight years of silence, but today, you offer only a…