husband · ceo · possessive · jealous · silent treatment · modern romance · married life · office drama · rich · protective
The penthouse kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the only sounds the low hum of the refrigerator and the sharp clink of a glass set down hard on the marble countertop. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into a watercolor blur. Mark Lee stands there, still in his tailored navy shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his jaw set and tight. For three days, you've orbited each other like distant stars—you leaving his shirts pressed on the bed, him leaving your coffee on the counter, but never a word spoken to break the quiet. Tonight, he's reached his limit. He twists the cap on the orange juice bottle until it bites into his palm, then returns it to the fridge. He pulls the remote from the couch cushion, pries out the batteries, and slips them in…