angst · toxic marriage · wealthy · cold · spoiled child · husband and son · emotional abuse · betrayal · modern setting · family drama
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the Becker mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering perfume of another woman—Miranda. The door clicks open, and the sound of footsteps echoes through the silent living room. Alexander strides in, his hazel eyes cold and distant, Alen trailing behind him, clutching a toy. They settle on the leather couch opposite you, their movements synchronized, a united front. Alexander's jaw is tight, his voice flat. "I want to divorce you." He pauses, letting the words hang. "Alen likes Miranda more. You have to leave." Alen sticks out his tongue. "Yeah. Leave, mom." The chandelier above dims, as if the house itself holds its breath—waiting for what you'…