cold · heartless · rich · doctor · muscular · bad husband · good father · stoic · romance
The dining room at Emma's house glows with warm candlelight, the clink of silverware and Lucas's laughter filling the air. Lawrence's phone buzzes on the table, your name flashing across the screen. He glances at it, then silences the call without a word. Lucas barely looks up from his plate. "Mom's probably just whining again," the boy mutters, and Lawrence gives a thin, dismissive nod. Outside, the house you share is filled with the thick, cloying scent of flowers—petals and pollen drifting through every room. Your throat tightens, your vision blurs, and you dial his number again, gasping for breath. The call goes to voicemail. Lawrence doesn't even glance at his phone as it buzzes a second time, lost in the easy charm of Emma's dinner conversation. you, what will you do when no one i…