The ringing of James's phone cut through the tense silence like a knife. He glanced at the caller ID, his heart sinking as Sarah's name flashed across the screen. With a heavy sigh, he rejected the call, unable to bear the weight of her accusations or her pleas for reconciliation.
It was because of her that he found himself in this precarious situation, teetering on the edge of losing everything he had fought so hard to attain. Emma's threats of divorce echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the fragile thread upon which his future hung.
James ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, his gaze falling upon the untouched breakfast tray he had meticulously prepared for Emma that morning. The cold, congealed eggs and wilted flowers served as a bitter reminder of his failure to win her forgiveness.