Lydia POV
Living with Adrian Cole feels less like marriage and more like entering a system already in motion.
Nothing stops me.
It simply adjusts.
Three days after the clinic, the penthouse runs with quiet precision. Staff move in controlled patterns. Security rotates without visible signals. Deliveries arrive pre-screened. Even silence feels scheduled.
I wake before sunrise and still find evidence that he has already been awake.
Coffee prepared.
News briefings are arranged beside my seat.
My calendar was rewritten without discussion.
At first, it unsettles me.
Now I’m beginning to understand the rule beneath everything here:
Adrian doesn’t react to life.
He designs it.
I stand in the kitchen barefoot, wrapped in one of his shirts again, watching the city slowly brighten throu
