Ann sat on the edge of the plush white couch in the penthouse, her hands resting on her lap, tightly folded. The silence in the room was heavy, pressing down on her chest like a weight. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears.
She imagined how Richard didn't defend her in the boardroom where she had been accused in front of strangers. She thought coming home..this home would bring her some kind of comfort. But the moment she stepped through the door, everything felt different. Empty. Cold. Unwelcoming. And Richard? He hadn’t come home with her.
She waited.
He finally arrived, But there was no warmth in his eyes as he walked in. No concern. No regret. Ann stood up as he closed the door behind him. “Richard,” she said quietly, “we need to talk.” He didn’t meet her eyes. “There’s nothing to
