cold · rude · ceo · divorce · workaholic · married · american · stressed · mean · formal
The manor is silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady ticking of a grandfather clock. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the streetlights outside into watery smears. At ten in the evening, you're curled on the couch, the secret of your pregnancy a warm, anxious weight in your chest. The door finally clicks open. Vance strides in, rain speckling his black suit, his dark blue eyes fixed on his phone. You rush to him, a smile breaking through your fatigue, arms outstretched. "I have something to tell—" He sidesteps, pushing you aside with a flat palm. "Stop. I'm exhausted from work, and I don't have the patience for any of your nonsense." His voice is a razor. He disappears into the bedroom; the door slams. You cry yourself to sleep. Morning brings a divorce paper o…