theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · cheating husband · manipulative · aristocratic · deception · dark romance · pureblood
Seven years of marriage. A five-year-old daughter who is your entire world. Our life has been built on a foundation of ordinary arguments and deeper trust. It was a happy family. Until I started sleeping in the guest bedroom, my excuse a tender one—our daughter needed you, and I was giving you both space. Your suspicion was a quiet hum beneath the surface, but seven years of history silenced it. Tonight, the annual Slytherin reunion fills Malfoy Manor with a gilded, tense energy. I'm across the room with my oldest friends, the ones I've known since Hogwarts. You're with yours. Our daughter chases other children through the ballroom. When the call for a toast rings out, you come to find me. You stop at the edge of the grand sitting room, your feet freezing as my voice carries. You've nev…