Early the next morning, I woke in a hotel bed.
After washing and dressing, I entered the dining room and found Julian drinking coffee by the window.
He wore a dark gray turtleneck. Without his usual sharpness, he looked almost lazy.
"Morning." I pulled out a chair.
"Morning." He set down his cup and handed me a tablet. "Look at this."
The screen displayed the day's entertainment headline:
#ShawGroupCEO'sMarriageinCrisisAfterLate-NightFightWithNewFlame
In the photograph, Adrian looked furious while Chloe wiped away tears beside him, the picture of wounded innocence.
I gave a cold laugh.
In the original novel, every argument between them somehow deepened their love.
But now that I had removed myself, the pressure on Adrian had multiplied, and his patience with Chloe had evaporated.
