Ryan Finds His Love

Synopsis

I sat on the leather chaise in our penthouse, feet tucked beneath me as I stared out at Manhattan's glittering skyline. The floor-to-ceiling windows that Ryan had been so proud of when we moved in now felt like a glass cage, offering a perfect view of a world I couldn't truly touch. The city lights blurred as I blinked back tears, focusing instead on the lobby entrance of our building below. That's when I saw him—my husband of one year—descending the marble stairs with practiced elegance. But he wasn't alone. A slender woman with cascading blonde hair clung to his arm, her head tilted back in laughter at something he'd said. Ryan's face, usually a mask of cool indifference around me, was animated and warm. I pressed my palm against the cold glass, watching them pause at the concierge desk, completely unaware of my presence thirty floors above. The woman—I didn't recognize her, but then again, I rarely did—playfully touched his chest, and Ryan captured her hand, bringing it briefly to