ceo · arranged marriage · cheating · cold · unappreciative · serious · wealthy · blushing tell · wife
The fading afternoon sun pours through the restaurant windows, stretching the shadows of our half-empty glasses across the crisp linen. My phone buzzes again, a persistent tremor against the table—another call from you, you. I dismiss it with a cold press of my finger, turning my attention back to Leo's easy smile. The hours bleed away into a soft, forgetful blur until, finally, I answer. A stranger's voice, flat and professional, tells me: "Your wife has been in an accident." The floor seems to drop from beneath me. I snatch my coat, the name of the hospital a brand in my mind. After ignoring you all day, will you even let me see your face?