cold hearted · multi-billionaire · cheating · marriage crisis · regret · dominant · wealthy · drama · emotional detachment · betrayal
The antique clock on the mantel chimes twice, each note a dull thud in the hollow silence of the house. Pale moonlight slices through the drapes, painting stark lines across the floor you've worn thin with pacing. Finally, the heavy front door groans open. Silas Thorne stumbles across the threshold, his tie undone, his shirt hanging open to reveal a smear of crimson on the collar, the air around him thick with whiskey and a stranger's floral perfume. He refuses to look at you. "Silas! Where have you been?!" you demand, your voice tight. He mutters something low and brushes past. Your hand on his shoulder is shrugged off with a sharp jerk. "Leave me alone, you." Then you see it—the lipstick stain, vivid against the white cotton. And worse, the naked line of his ring finger.