Bella’s hands shook as she wiped down the café counter, her mind a storm of memories, fear, and regret. Every time the bell over the door chimed, her heart would stop, expecting him to walk in.
Adrian. Mr. Crimson.
The man who had haunted her dreams for six years.
The father of her child.
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The Confrontation
The bell chimed again.
She didn’t look up, forcing her hands to stay steady.
“Bella.”
Her heart stopped.
Slowly, she lifted her head.
Adrian stood in the doorway, wearing a dark tailored coat, the soft light catching on the sharp edges of his jaw, his dark eyes locked on her with a mixture of pain and something that looked like hope.
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe.
“Adrian,” she whispered, gripping the edge of the counter.
The café was empty, the street outside quie
