The calm after their emotional dinner was fleeting. By morning, the undercurrents of unease began to ripple through their lives once again. Adrian left early for his office, his jaw set in determination, while Alina stayed back, trying to process the chaos around her.
The villa felt too quiet without him, and her mind wandered to Victoria’s words and Ryan’s desperate attempt to re-enter her life. Each thread seemed to weave into a dangerous web, one she wasn’t sure she could escape from.
Alina was arranging flowers in the living room when her phone buzzed. She frowned at the unknown number but picked it up hesitantly.
“Hello?”
“Alina,” a familiar voice greeted her, and her stomach turned.
“Ryan,” she said coldly. “What do you want?”
“I just want to talk,” he said, his tone pleading.
