Chapter Twelve
(Adrian’s POV)
I hadn’t slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nia standing in front of me with one hand over her stomach.
I choose them.
The words had followed me through the night.
I’d stayed in my office until sunrise, staring at the glass of whiskey I never touched and the phone lying beside it. I’d called Nia more times than I wanted to admit.
She hadn’t answered once.
At first, I told myself I was calling because she was pregnant and alone. She had left the estate with one suitcase in the middle of the night, and I didn’t know where she had gone.
Then I told myself it was because she was still my wife.
But neither explanation eased the tightness in my chest.
She had cheated on me.
That was what the report said. That was what the evidence in front of me h
