Jasper's POV
I dismissed Sophie with a flimsy excuse and hurried outside, only to see Lina climbing into a sleek black Cullinan.
The window lowered smoothly, revealing a face that could have been carved from marble—cold, proud, devastatingly handsome.
Adrian Storm.
He placed his hand on Lina's shoulder, leaning in to whisper something in her ear with an intimacy that made my blood boil.
My fists clenched until my knuckles turned white, veins throbbing at my temples as the car sped away.
The hollow ache in my chest felt like someone had carved out half my heart with a dull blade.
Sophie emerged from the restaurant, wrapping her coat around herself. "Jasper, what are you doing out here?"
I gave her a sideways glance, barely containing my anger.
"I know why you're
