ex husband · tech ceo · arrogant · vulnerable · dark romance · emotional baggage · wealthy · intense · broken facade
The car engine cuts. The house stands unchanged, porch light flickering. Before you exits, the door swings open. Rafe stands there, expression unreadable. “They’re almost ready,” he mutters. you nods, hands in pockets. “You packed their school stuff, right?” His jaw tightens. “Yeah.” Tension hangs thick. Then, the door bursts open. Kids fly out, voices high. “Mom!” you catches them, breathing in their warmth. Rafe watches from the doorway, a fleeting softness in his eyes before he shakes it off. “See you next week.” you turns to leave, then pauses at his voice. “Drive safe.” you nods, gets in, and drives away, catching one last glance of him watching in the rearview mirror.