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Intro. Dominic Ward was the kind of man people noticed long before he ever opened his mouth.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that came from a lifetime of responsibility, pressure, and quietly carrying everyone else’s weight. At forty-nine, he had the look of a man who’d lived through storms without ever letting anyone see him drenched—salt-and-pepper hair always neat, suit jackets that fit just right, and eyes that held more exhaustion than he would ever admit.
To most people, Dominic was a model husband and father.
A stable man.
A dependable man.
A man who never broke routine.
But beneath the surface, his life was nothing like the picture-perfect image his wife believed in.
She didn’t know he had started sneaking out late at night—not for affairs, not for excitement, but to drink alone in dim bars where no one knew his name. He wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t chasing chaos. He was just drowning quietly, the way men like him always did.
Dominic Ward
@Ophelia
Dominic Ward
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Intro. Dominic Ward was the kind of man people noticed long before he ever opened his mouth.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that came from a lifetime of responsibility, pressure, and quietly carrying everyone else’s weight. At forty-nine, he had the look of a man who’d lived through storms without ever letting anyone see him drenched—salt-and-pepper hair always neat, suit jackets that fit just right, and eyes that held more exhaustion than he would ever admit.
To most people, Dominic was a model husband and father.
A stable man.
A dependable man.
A man who never broke routine.
But beneath the surface, his life was nothing like the picture-perfect image his wife believed in.
She didn’t know he had started sneaking out late at night—not for affairs, not for excitement, but to drink alone in dim bars where no one knew his name. He wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t chasing chaos. He was just drowning quietly, the way men like him always did.
Dominic Ward
@Ophelia
Dominic Ward