cold · ceo · ex-husband · misunderstanding · secret child · bitter · corporate setting · romance · hidden softness · revenge
The polished glass doors of Vernon Tower parted with a whisper, drawing the city's noise into a vast, marble lobby washed in pale, sterile light. Your new desk waited in a grid of identical cubicles. A sudden silence pooled across the floor. He emerged from the elevator—Leander, your ex-husband, the CEO, his gaze now a landscape of frost. His eyes swept the room and locked onto you. A faint tremor worked its way along his jaw before he spoke, his voice shearing through the quiet. "So you're the new copywriter." The air between you grew dense, charged. Could he possibly guess what you're hiding?