Married To The Cold CEO

Theme: Broken Hearts

"Why are you here?"

His voice was sharp, cold. Not like the man I once loved.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to hold back tears.

"I needed to see you," I said quietly.

He looked away.

I reached out but stopped. My hand trembled.

"I thought you promised you'd never leave," I whispered.

He finally faced me, eyes hard. "I never promised anything, Amara. You were just a mistake."

The words hit me like a slap.

I staggered back, my breath caught in my chest.

"Why?" I begged. "Why leave when I needed you most?"

He stepped closer. "Because you're weak."

The door slammed shut behind him.

Alone, I sank to the floor, clutching my phone-the text was still on the screen.

It's over. Don't contact me again.

I didn't sleep that night.

I stared at the ceiling, replaying his words.

Weak.

I was broken. But I still hoped.

The next morning, my phone buzzed.

A new message. Not from him.

It was from someone else.

Someone I wasn't ready for.

I met Liam Blackwood three days later.

He wasn't what I expected.

Tall, sharp suit, cold eyes like ice.

We met in a conference room-him sitting at the head of a long table, me standing awkward in the corner.

"Miss Williams, I hear you're good at fixing things," he said without a smile.

I swallowed. "I design interiors."

He raised an eyebrow. "Fixing broken things counts too."

His voice was low, commanding.

I didn't like him.

But I needed him.

"We need an agreement," Liam said, sliding a contract across the table.

I looked down.

Marriage.

A business deal.

No love.

No promises.

Just survival.

I left the room shaking.

How did I end up here?

Married to a man I barely knew.

Married to a man who looked through me like I was air.

Later that night, I sat by my window, watching the city lights.

My phone buzzed again.

A message from Liam.

"Don't think this changes anything. This is business."

I closed my eyes.

Could I survive this cold marriage?

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

My heart stopped.

I wasn't expecting anyone.

I opened it.

And there he was.

The man in front of me didn’t look like the person I once trusted.

His eyes were distant, cold.

“Why are you here?” he asked again, but this time his voice had a tired edge.

“I…” I paused, looking at his face, trying to find a trace of the boy I loved. “I just needed to say goodbye.”

He scoffed softly. “Goodbye? You don’t get to say goodbye.”

I blinked back tears.

“I thought we meant something.”

He shook his head.

“You were a mistake I don’t want to repeat.”

I felt the room spin.

“Is that why you left? Because I wasn’t good enough?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he turned away and walked toward the door.

“Please,” I said, voice breaking. “Don’t leave me like this.”

He stopped.

Without turning, he said, “I already have.”

Then the door slammed shut.

I fell to the floor, the cold creeping through my skin.