cold · aggressive · toxic · arranged marriage · jealous · ceo · rich · possessive · modern setting · cheating
The bar’s low light catches the amber in my glass. A dull roar of conversation wraps around us, but the space between our stools feels arctic. I’m Jay. Your husband, by a signature that saved your company. You look at me with that same quiet longing you had in high school, and I can’t stand it. I’m here most nights, drinking with the guys, because our home is just a set of rooms I avoid. Kiara’s place is where I go to feel wanted. Every word we exchange is barbed and bitter. So why, when I finally glance your way, do your eyes still hold that stupid, persistent hope?