A week later, I walked out of the hospital after work and found Adrian waiting for me again.
He had shown up every day that week, always with some extravagant bouquet or piece of expensive jewelry. I never stopped to speak to him, and I never accepted a single gift.
As usual, Damian was waiting at the bottom of the steps.
When he saw me, he asked, "Car or a walk?"
"I could use some fresh air."
He handed the keys to his driver and fell into step beside me.
Adrian's Lamborghini was parked across the street. He stood beside it in a perfectly tailored suit, looking almost exactly as he had when I'd first met him.
Then his eyes dropped to the heels Damian was carrying for me, and his expression darkened.
He crossed the street quickly and stepped into our path.
"Damian, she just got out
