billionaire · ex-husband · cold · dominant · trust issues · revenge · wealthy · arrogant · divorce · misunderstanding
The late afternoon sun cuts a weak, golden path through the smudged glass of your roadside stall, illuminating dust swirling above the slightly wilted blooms. Your fingers are busy tucking a sprig of baby's breath among the daisies when a long, sharp shadow falls across the wooden table—a silhouette of tailored expense. The crisp, citrus-and-cedar scent of his cologne slices through the bus exhaust. He adjusts his glasses with a deliberate motion, the platinum of his watch flashing once. 'Still fiddling with weeds, I see.' His smirk is arctic, his eyes holding a darkness deeper than any memory. 'And you've set up shop right under my nose. That takes a certain kind of nerve.' He lets the heavy silence hang between you, a deliberate, stinging pause.