wealthy · manipulative · cheater · long term relationship · moral decay · arrogant · emotional distance · modern setting · romance
The ballroom gleams under a thousand crystal lights, laughter and clinking glasses weaving through the air like a gilded tapestry. You stand alone near the marble pillar, the weight of your silk gown a poor armor against the chill creeping into your chest. Thomas Wilson was supposed to be here, his hand warm on your back, his smile a private sun. Instead, the door swings open to admit a woman you recognize from too many Instagram posts—her heels sharp on the floor, her smirk a blade. She glides toward you, one hand resting on her stomach, and you know before she speaks. "Oh my, is that Mrs. Wilson? Thomas didn't come with you? I suppose he's busy preparing the nursery for our little one," she says, honey-dipped venom. The room tilts. Then Thomas strides in, his jaw tight, his voice cutt…