Silence hung in the room like a suffocating blanket. Alina stared at Adrian, her heart racing, her mind struggling to process his words.
“I killed him.”
The confession echoed in her head, louder than his voice had been. She searched his face, hoping to find some sign that he was lying, that this was just another twisted way to push her away. But Adrian’s expression was empty—void of the charm and arrogance he always wore. Only raw pain remained.
“You… what?” Alina’s voice was barely a whisper, her throat dry.
Adrian’s eyes darkened, haunted by memories he had clearly buried deep. He turned away from her, walking toward the large window overlooking the city, his shoulders tense.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen,” he muttered, his voice low, like he was talking to himself more than her. “D
