Adrian’s Point of View
The city stretched before me, a maze of towering buildings and blaring horns, but my mind was somewhere else, somewhere I had no business being.
Emma
That bastard. The two of them under the same roof, playing house like some f*****g happy family. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, the anger pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.
I’d spent years convincing myself I didn’t care. That she was nothing but a ghost from my past. A lesson learned, a mistake I wouldn’t repeat. And yet, Just seeing her again, one damn picture had unraveled everything. The moment I saw her, smiling, looking at that man like he was her f*****g everything, my blood boiled.
The tires screeched slightly as I pulled into the underground parking of my c
