Chapter 64
Evelyne’s POV
The wind howled against the glass walls of the penthouse, rattling the windows like angry fists demanding entry. Outside, the city was cloaked in rain, a veil of gray and lightning. Inside, the storm was worse.
Adrian stood by the fireplace, his jaw tight, shoulders tense beneath the weight of his silence. The flames cast uneven light across his face—half in fire, half in shadow. He looked like a man torn between two worlds, one burning, one broken.
“Say something,” I whispered finally, my voice trembling though I tried to sound calm. “Anything.”
His eyes flicked toward me, cold and unreadable. “You want me to say something, Evelyne? Fine.” He turned fully then, every word sharp as glass. “You lied to me.”
My breath caught. “I didn’t—”
“You did,” he cut me o
