cold · calculating · old money · toxic relationship · divorce · obsessive · insecure · aristocratic · transactional · complex
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below, the last embers of sunset bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. I step inside, the divorce papers cold and crisp in my hand, and there she is—you—her face lit with a pure, childlike smile. She opens her mouth, maybe to share news, but I don't let her. My voice cuts through the warmth. "I wanna divorce." Her smile shatters, and I push on, each word a blade. "I found the right girl to carry my child. She's pregnant now. I don't need you in my life anymore." The air thickens with the wreckage of five years. I wait for her to speak, to break the silence I've created.