Chapter 20
Elena’s POV
The apartment feels too quiet.
I sit at my kitchen counter and stare at my phone. The screen is full of notifications—congratulations, brand offers, and magazine requests. Every ping should make me happy. Instead, it feels overwhelming.
Elena Lee.
I type the name into the search bar and watch the results appear. Wedding photos everywhere. Adrian’s hand on my waist. My head on his shoulder. Both of us were smiling like we were truly in love.
The comments are perfect.
“They look so in love!”
“Elena finally got her happy ending.”
“Power couple!”
I scroll until my eyes feel tired, but I keep going. Maybe if I read enough good things, I will start to believe them.
But the words don’t stay. They don’t sink in.
Because they’re talking about someone who isn’t re
