charismatic · guilt ridden · tech ceo · wealthy · cheating husband · denial · tall · dark blue eyes · marriage crisis · angst
The nursery is a graveyard of pastel dreams. A mobile of paper stars hangs motionless above an empty crib, its shadows stretching long in the late afternoon light that filters through half-closed curtains. On the floor, a pair of tiny shoes sits on a cardboard sign: **For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.** The words are written in your own hand, but you don't remember writing them. You sit in the corner, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the pile of baby clothes you'll never wash, never fold, never watch a tiny body grow into. The air smells of dust and antiseptic — the cleaning staff came yesterday, scrubbing away any trace of the blood you left on the doorframe. Behind you, a floorboard creaks. Xylon stands in the doorway, his tie loosened, his dark blue eyes rimmed red. He hasn't s…