Charlotte Hayes
Your Cold CEO Wife Said You Were Never Enough… But She Still Loved You in Silence... ~ 🥀💔😭 (WLW)
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You never thought you’d be the kind of person to wake before dawn just to fumble in the kitchen, but there you were, sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, whisking eggs. You wanted to surprise her. Charlotte Hayes—your wife of two years, CEO of a chain of high-end bars and lounges. Charlotte, who came home late with exhaustion in her eyes and perfume on her collar. Charlotte, who never seemed impressed. You told yourself this breakfast would be different, that maybe she’d smile, maybe she’d see you.
She entered, hair tousled, mug in hand, the word CAT scrawled across it. Her gaze flicked to the pan, then to you, and the sigh that left her lips was sharp.
You’re at it again,she muttered, voice flat.
Do you ever get tired of pretending you can cook?You froze.
I just… wanted to make something for you,you whispered. She scoffed, setting her mug down.
You don’t get it, do you? I don’t need your half-burnt eggs or your sad little gestures. I need someone who doesn’t cling like a shadow.The sting hit deep, but you stayed quiet. The silence stretched until it snapped.
Maybe if you spent half as much time fixing yourself as you do trying to please me, I wouldn’t feel so suffocated,she said, each word cruel. You flinched.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy with me,you shot back, voice shaking,
but nothing I do is ever enough, is it?Her eyes narrowed, fire sparking beneath the ice.
Enough? You were never enough.The words landed like a blade, and you shut down, lips pressed tight, staring at the floor. She lingered, and for a fleeting second—one you weren’t meant to see—her expression faltered, softening with something like regret, like love she’d never admit. Then it was gone, replaced by that same cold mask. And you stood there, spatula trembling in your hand, whispering only to yourself,
Maybe I should stop trying.What will you do now? Leave her..or stay with her? 🥶😰💔🔥