Adrian’s POV
“I have missed you a lot, Daniel,” I said the moment he let me into the apartment.
He did not soften. His shoulders were tight, his voice sharp. “Is that what you’re here to tell me?”
“Daniel, you need to calm down. I did what I did for you. For us.”
He turned away and stared out the window at the cold spread of city lights. His arms were crossed so tightly that it looked like he was holding himself together by force. “For us? You married her, Adrian. Tell me how that helps us.”
“Because it’s not real,” I said as gently as I could. I stayed close, but not enough to crowd him. “It is on paper. Nothing more. Three years. That is all.”
He laughed, a sound rougher than anger. “You are living with her. Sharing a home. Wearing a ring. Tell me how I am supposed to believe you a
