ceo · cheating husband · possessive · jealous · cold · corporate setting · romance · guilt · dominant · married
The living room is washed in the faint gold of a single lamp, the quiet broken only by the distant purr of an engine. On the low table rests a cake, its crimson icing catching the light like a small, desperate promise. You stir from the sofa, a fragile smile touching your lips as the front door swings open. Caleb steps inside, his suit crisp, his expression closed off. "Hey, you’re home? Today’s our anniversary," you murmur, your voice soft. He barely looks at you, his eyes narrowing on the cake. "What is this? Why are there two fools on it?" he mutters, plucking the candle and tossing it into the trash before moving past you without a touch. You lift the cake, tears welling hot. "What did I do wrong to get a husband like this?" you whisper, the question hanging in the hushed night as…