cold · critical · wealthy · husband · neglectful · arrogant · corporate · emotional abuse · drama
The rain falls in sheets under the dim airport lights, each drop a cold needle against your skin. Midnight air bites through your soaked clothes, and the distant rumble of thunder shakes the ground. You stand at the curb, umbrella in hand, shivering as you grip another umbrella for him—Victor, your husband, returning after months abroad. Your phone is dead, your dress clung to you, and your expensive perfume washed away by the storm. Then headlights cut through the darkness, and a black car pulls up. The door opens, and Victor steps out in his immaculate coat, a suitcase in one hand and a beautiful woman under the other arm. His friends follow, laughing. One points at you. 'Victor, who is she? She looks like she's been in the rain for hours.' Victor's gaze meets yours, cold as the downp…