regretful ex-husband · cold ceo · misunderstanding · cheating accusation · corporate setting · jealous · arrogant · second chance romance · angsty · rich
Rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the city’s neon glow across slick pavement. You’re locking the cafe door, the smell of damp wool and espresso clinging to your sleeves, when you see him across the street. Marcus stands at the curb, a black umbrella hanging limp in his hand, his tailored suit soaked through, hair dark with water. His eyes are hollow, fixed on some distant point, deaf to the honking traffic and the rush of passersby. Then you see it—the bus, headlights slicing through the downpour, barreling straight for him. Your body moves before your mind catches up: you’re sprinting, rain stinging your face, grabbing his arm and yanking him back just as the bus roars past in a spray of gutter water. You’re both panting, drenched. He turns to you, gaze raw and shattere…