Adrian.
The media does not do enough to warn you about how quiet the world gets when your life falls apart.
There are no fireworks, no dramatic music. It’s all just silence. The kind that hums in your bones and makes even the sound of your own heartbeat feel like it’s mocking you.
That was me. Former billionaire. Former husband. Former it-boy. Former fiancé. Current disaster.
I sat at the edge of the bed in a cheap inn room that smelled like musty wood and lemon scented cleaner. I’d been there for four days now, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, overthinking everything from my first business mistake to the moment I let Scarlett walk out of my life.
Or wait… Dera. She went by Dera now. That should’ve told me something, right? A woman changes her name, her hair, and her life?
