Adrian’s POV
I stared at my phone screen, at Daniel’s name in my contacts—the little heart emoji I’d added next to it months ago now felt like a joke.
Blocked.
He’d actually blocked me.
My chest tightened. I tried calling again, even though I knew it was pointless. The automated voice confirmed what I already knew: “The number you are trying to reach is not available.”
I threw my phone onto the bed and dragged my hands down my face.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I’d planned to tell Daniel about the marriage gently, carefully. Maybe over dinner at his place, where I could hold him and make him understand. Where I could look into his eyes and remind him that none of this changed what we had.
But the photo had ruined everything. And now Daniel thought I’d betrayed him.
Maybe
