CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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I didn't expect her to come back. Not after everything. Not after the way she looked at me the last time. And yet, there she was. Victoria stood outside my office like she belonged there. Like she always had.
"You're persistent," I said, without looking up. My voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.
"And you're predictable," she replied, stepping inside as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The door closed behind her, softly, but with a weight that echoed in the room.
Silence followed. I could feel her eyes on me, piercing, as if trying to read everything hidden behind my facade.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice a little sharper than I intended.
She didn't answer immediately. Just watched me, carefully, as if analyzing my every reaction. As if searching for a crack in my armor.
"You went to her."
There was no question in that tone. It was a statement. A declaration of fact. I didn't deny it. I didn't even try.
"That's none of your concern."
"It is when you start repeating the same mistakes," she said, her words as cold as ice. My jaw tightened.
"This isn't the same."
"It never is," she said softly, almost a whisper. That's when I looked at her. That soft tone, devoid of sharpness, of mockery, something in it shifted. Something like sadness.
"Then why are you here?" I asked, trying to regain control.
She took a deep breath, the air sounding heavy in the silence. "Because she deserves to know."
A dangerous sentence. She knew exactly where to strike. "To know what?"
Her gaze remained fixed on me, unyielding. "The truth."
"No." The word came out instantly, before I could even process it.
"You don't get to decide that," she said, a new edge entering her voice. "I already did."
"That's exactly the problem," she shot back. "You always decide for everyone else."
I stood up slowly. I knew this was leading nowhere good. "Drop it."
"No."
The silence that followed was thick, tense. Like the moment before a storm.
"You think you protected me?" she continued, her voice lower, more dangerous. "By ending things the way you did?"
"That's exactly what I did."
A bitter laugh escaped her. "No, Adrian," she said quietly. "You destroyed everything... because you were too afraid to admit what was happening."
That was the truth. It hurt, but it was the truth. I didn't want to admit it, but she always knew. "Careful," I warned.
"Or what?" she challenged. "You'll shut me out again? Pretend none of this matters?"
I didn't answer her. Because I had already done that. I hid behind walls of silence, behind defenses I had built over years.
"With me," she continued, her voice even quieter, as if sharing a secret, "you didn't just walk away."
Silence again. But this time, it was different. Heavier.
"You made sure I couldn't stay." The words echoed in the empty office, as if coming from the past.
"You agreed to the rules," I said, trying to stick to facts.
"I broke one," she replied, her voice unexpectedly soft. "I fell in love with you."
There it was. Finally spoken. Clear. Unavoidable.
"And you punished me for it."
"No," I said sharply. "I ended it."
"You took everything I had built," she corrected, her voice regaining a new firmness. "My position. My work. My access."
My expression must have changed. Hardened. "That was business."
"No," she said softly. "That was personal."
Silence filled the room again. Because deep down, I knew she was right.
"You couldn't handle it," she added, "the fact that something real slipped through your control."
"I don't lose control."
Her eyes met mine. Strong. Unwavering. "With her, you did."
Lena.
The name didn't need to be spoken. I knew who she was referring to.
"And now you're doing the same thing," Victoria continued. "Trying to cut it off before it gets worse."
"It already is worse."
"No," she said quietly. "It's just starting."
She waited for my response, but I had nothing to say.
"You think you're protecting her," Victoria added.
"I am."
She shook her head, slightly. "You're protecting yourself."
That hit home. Because it was true.
I turned away. Ran a hand through my hair. "This conversation is over."
"No," she said again.
Footsteps. Closer.
"You don't get to repeat this," she added. "Not with her."
My jaw tightened. "You don't get to decide that."
"I'm not deciding," she said quietly.
"I'm warning you."
"If you walk away again," she continued, "she won't come back."
That statement landed differently this time. It wasn't a threat, not like before. It wasn't about control, about asserting dominance. It was about consequence. A stark, unavoidable reality. And for the first time, that reality actually mattered, sinking in with a cold finality that made the air thick.
Victoria stepped back, her posture shifting from defiant to something more weary.
She was heading toward the door, the polished wood seeming to draw her in. But before she could reach it, before the finality of her exit could settle, she paused. Her voice, softer now, almost vulnerable, cut through the tension.
"She's not me," she said, a simple sentence carrying a universe of unspoken history and present pain.
I didn't respond. My silence was a heavy blanket, a confirmation she didn't need spoken.
Because I already knew that. The truth of her words, the profound difference between her and Lena, was a chasm I couldn't ignore any longer.
"That's exactly why you might lose her," she added, her gaze holding mine for a beat longer, a silent plea or a final warning.
Then, the door closed behind her, the soft click sealing the room in an even deeper silence.
But this time, the silence returned, and it wasn't empty. It wasn't the comforting void of solitude. It was loud. Thundering with unspoken truths and the echoes of my own actions.
Because now, I couldn't pretend I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't bury my head in the sand or manipulate the narrative. And I couldn't pretend I hadn't done this before.
The difference?
This time, it actually mattered.
The potential loss was too real, the stakes too high, and the consequence, for the first time,
was something I couldn't escape.
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