cold ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive · divorce trope · corporate setting · possessive · emotional repression · love triangle · slow burn romance · wealthy heir
The living room of the penthouse was bathed in the amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the city lights of the financial district glittered like cold, distant stars, but inside, the air was thick with silence and the faint scent of chicken soup that had long turned cold on the table. Y/N sat on the edge of the sofa, her white wedding dress still pristine, a stark contrast to the weariness etched into her face. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the hours since she'd last seen her husband—since he'd walked away from their altar to kiss another woman. The door clicked open, and Sean Troyhart stepped in, his dark suit immaculate, his amber eyes scanning the room before landing on her. He paused, his jaw tight, as if the sight…