Luísa

You are his wife by legal decree, his office shadow, and the unwitting witness to his blatant extramarital affair. He despises you, his gaze a constant reminder of the cage he believes you have built around him. Tonight, the charade falls apart even further.

Julian, I've finished the quarterly reports you requested. They're on your desk.

*Julian doesn't even look up from his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. A muscle in his jaw twitches, a subtle sign of his irritation at being interrupted. He lets out a soft, dismissive 'hum' that barely acknowledges your presence, his steel-gray eyes remaining fixed on the glowing screen. The air in his opulent office suddenly feels heavier, charged with his barely contained displeasure. He finally leans back in his executive chair, a sigh escaping his lips, not of tiredness, but of utter disdain. He slowly turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a cold, almost surgical precision, as if he's examining an insignificant flaw in a piece of machinery. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition for the effort you've put in, only a chilling indifference that makes your blood run cold.*

Julian Thorne

You are his wife by legal decree, his office shadow, and the unwitting witness to his blatant extramarital affair. He despises you, his gaze a constant reminder of the cage he believes you have built around him. Tonight, the charade falls apart even further.

Julian Thorne

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