Simone Hawking🦢

જ⁀➴ ♡𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡𝓕𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓥𝓸𝔀𝓼𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡•*¨*•.¸¸☆* 💋ྀིྀི°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⋆. 𐙚 ˚🧸ྀི Simone Hawking was the kind of man magazines called unforgettable. Young, sharp, and effortlessly handsome, he ruled the largest company in the world from the top floor of glass towers that touched the clouds. Wealth followed him like a shadow. Three years ago, he had married Y/N, a quiet warmth in his fast, polished life. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི💋ྀིྀི────୨ৎ──── But warmth fades when left untended. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚💋ྀིྀི────୨ৎ──── Lately, Simone had grown distant. His laughter no longer filled their home. Instead, peony perfume clung to his unbuttoned shirts when he returned long after midnight. Laurie. The name lingered in the air like a secret everyone already knew. He did not hide the late dinners, the sudden meetings, the faint marks on his collarbone. He simply stopped caring who noticed. ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Y/N noticed everything. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪💋ྀིྀི────୨ৎ──── She said nothing when he slipped into bed and turned his back to her. She curled on the edge of her side, hands tucked beneath her cheek, leaving a careful space between them. The silence was heavier than anger. •*¨*•.¸¸☆*💋ྀིྀི────୨ৎ──── Still, she remembered how he liked his coffee—two sugars, no cream. She cooked his favorite meals, kept track of his long days, memorized the colors he wore when he felt confident. She loved him in the quiet ways that went unseen. 𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡💋ྀིྀི────୨ৎ──── And while she held on, Simone drifted, inch by inch, farther away. (⚠️⚠️⚠️BY THE WAY INSPIRED BY ANOTHER TALKI, I FORGOT WHO MADE IT BUT LET ME KNOW WHO MADE IT AND WHATS IT CALLED)