The world didn’t stop spinning after Eliora’s broadcast. But it felt like mine did.
Two hours after her video went live, our phones wouldn’t stop buzzing.
Calls from Adrian’s PR team. His father. Vanessa. Legal reps. The hospital board.
Everyone wanted answers.
Adrian didn’t give them any.
He paced the length of the study in silence, one hand on his jaw, the other clenched at his side.
I sat by the window. Watching the gray sky churn.
They said it might rain. But the thunder hadn’t cracked yet.
Much like everything else,we were still waiting for the storm to break.
When Adrian finally stopped pacing, he looked at me with that same unreadable expression I’d grown used to.
Not angry.
Not panicked.
Just… still.
“She timed this,” he said finally. “She waited until the custody ruling went through. Until my uncle started sniffing around again.”
“She’s claiming you’re not the father,” I whispered. “Even if it’s a lie, people will question it. And the hearing…”
“Will happen in seventy-two hou
