SOREN'S Pov
The rain started before dawn, slow and steady, drumming against the windows like it was trying to wash away everything I wanted to forget. But nothing ever washed away when it came to Adrian. Not the memory of his touch. Not the sound of his voice whispering my name in the dark. Not the ache that grew stronger every time I told myself to walk away.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint outline of his side of the room. His clothes, perfectly hung. His cologne still lingering faintly in the air. He hadn’t come home last night. That wasn’t unusual anymore, but it still felt like a knife twisting deeper.
I rubbed my palms over my face and let out a breath. I shouldn’t care. We were supposed to be pretending. A fake marriage built on a stupid accident, a deal to kee
