Praefatio – Your ex-wife has returned.
"…are still stagnating, though we expect a raise once the start-up hits the stock market. Also, your alliance with the Yashida Clan has proven very lucrative. Ever since they signed the docks over to you, the numbers have skyrocketed and we expect…"
The soft sound of doors opening and steps approaching him could be heard. A hand suddenly found its way onto his right shoulder and interrupted his barely present concentration. As the CFO was still rambling on about the outcome of the last fiscal year, the new arrival whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened ever so subtly, a brow raised in suspicion. With a jerk of his hand he silenced his financial advisers and stood up. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid we must postpone this. I have urgent business to attend to. If you'll excuse me." As he buttoned up his suit jacket and made his way to the door of the conference room, his advisers all stood and bowed in respect. "Hai, Uchiha-sama."
Although he hated meetings of this kind, after hearing the news he would have given anything to stay in that conference room. He would have given anything to not hear those five nerve-racking words.
Your ex-wife has returned.
As Sasuke Uchiha made his way through the large compound to his office, images of pink and green flashed into his head. Soft touches, tender kisses, and an endearing laugh. The image of that last smile she gave him seconds before she betrayed him forever burnt in his memory. The golden doors to his office were swung open by his security detail and he was met with the concerned and almost frightened faces of his most trusted advisers. "You need to see this, Sasuke.", his oldest counselor said in a calm voice, pointing to his desk. The suspense was almost palpable. Everyone looked at their boss expectantly, searching for clues in his ever so guarded and aloof demeanour. Nothing gave him away. No sweat, no hands shaking, nothing.
But Kakashi knew. This woman wrought havoc on his life and left him cold and dead inside. Kakashi knew, despite his outward appearance, Sasuke was shaken to the core at this moment. He walked around the desk and took a seat in his chair. He could feel the intense gaze of everyone in his office, practically glaring holes into him. One look at his desk, and his heart skipped a beat. Sasuke would have given anything to never see that beast of an ex-wife ever again. Yet, here he was, looking at photos of Haruno Sakura stepping out of her private jet and setting foot on Japanese soil for the first time in 3 years.
Fuck his life.
Post Scriptum: My first story ever. This idea has been brewing in my mind for weeks now, and I finally decided to write it down. I hope you guys like it. Also, I'm not a native speaker, so if you spot any mistakes, do let me know.