Adamo’s POV
Watching the strongest woman I know break right in front of me does something to my soul. I can’t let Marco’s poison sink any deeper into her. I won’t.
I take the phone from her trembling hands and place it face down on the table next to my MacBook. Then, without a word, I pull the covers back, wrap my arms around her, and pull her into my chest. We sink into the bed together, the warmth of our bodies tangling beneath the sheets.
I kiss her face slowly—her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her lips—soft, lingering kisses meant to heal. My hands move in slow, soothing circles along her back, grounding her, reminding her that she’s here, safe, with me.
"You know, Sade... I love you."
The words spill out before I even realize, but there’s no regret, no hesitation. I mean ev
