The ride home felt quieter than usual.
Not awkward.
Not cold.
Just… quieter.
The kind of silence where thoughts became louder than actual sound.
Rain tapped softly against the car windows while Manhattan lights blurred past outside.
Beside me, Adrian was still answering occasional emails on his phone calmly like the day hadn’t shifted something inside my brain permanently.
Meanwhile—
my thoughts were a complete mess.
Not because I thought he loved her.
No.
That part weirdly didn’t bother me.
I knew Adrian.
Or at least—
I knew enough to understand that if he still cared about Vivienne romantically, she would not have walked out of that office looking composed while he sat there looking deeply irritated by her existence.
That wasn’t the issue.
The issue was…
fiancée.
A whol
