Chapter Ten
"You’ll sign the divorce papers tonight, Adrian. I won’t repeat myself."
Stefan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and commanding, as I stood at the top of the staircase in his townhouse. My heart stopped at the sight below. Adrian was there, seated on the edge of the leather couch in Stefan’s office, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing with barely concealed fury.
I hadn’t heard Adrian enter; I’d been too wrapped up in my thoughts about the ultrasound and the weight of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Now, I felt like I’d walked straight into the heart of a storm.
"And why," Adrian bit out, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, "would I let a man like you dictate what I do with my wife?"
I froze. The possessiveness in Adrian’s voice sent a chill through me—not because it reminded me of love but because it reeked of control. For so long, I had been nothing more than an extension of Adrian’s ego, a trophy wife to bolster his f
