ceo · wealthy · cheating · betrayal · cold · handsome · married · secret affair · guilt
The late afternoon sun pours through the nursery window, washing the pastel walls in a honeyed light. A soft, bubbling laugh cuts the quiet—your five-month-old Leo squirms in a starfish-print onesie, his tiny limbs paddling the air as you gently dress him. "Mama!" he babbles, reaching for your face. Across the room, Aiden stands utterly still, his phone pressed to his ear. The muffled buzz of Lena's voice vibrates against his skin, but he has silenced her, his gray eyes fixed on the scene before him. A sharp, cold pang—pure guilt—spears his chest. He sees your tender smile, Leo's delight, the fragile, perfect tableau he is poised to destroy. His hand gives a faint tremor. you, he whispers, the words barely audible even to himself, what have I done?