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• What the Heart didn't Know   You can't save me from myself

  The rain gently tapped against the windows, just a calming beat in the background. The storm from last night had blown over, but inside Amelia, things were still a bit chaotic. The walls of the new safehouse were stark white, quiet, maybe too quiet. It didn’t feel like home. Honestly, nothing had felt like home for ages.Adrian was somewhere in the kitchen, making sure the locks were secure again. He hadn’t slept much, and she could see it in the way his shoulders hung a bit lower today and how tense his jaw was when he thought no one was watching. Nora was finally snoozing on the couch, curled up with her stuffed rabbit. Her fever had dropped, but it had shaken Amelia more than she wanted to admit. Leaning by the window, she wrapped her arms around herself. Outside, everything looked normal, cars were driving by, and people were strolling along. But inside her head, the world felt different, and this time, she wasn’t sure if she could keep up.“You good?” Adrian asked softly.“Do yo

• What the Heart didn't Know   The man in the shadows

  Adrian's POVThe storm had blown over, but you could still feel its vibe hanging around.The fireplace still had a hint of woodsmoke in the air. The wine glasses were left untouched from the night before, half-filled and still warm to the touch. Adrian hadn’t really moved for hours. He was perched on the edge of the couch, one hand casually resting across his lap while the other was close to Amelia's head as she curled up beside him. He knew she hadn’t meant to doze off, especially not in his arms, but she did, and it felt right.Amelia hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He could sense the tension still hanging onto her even in her sleep. Her fingers would twitch every now and then, and her breathing was shallow and a bit uneasy. Not a word was exchanged after the kiss—not when she pulled away, and not when he quietly pulled her back so she wouldn’t have to be alone.He didn’t bother trying to analyze what had just happened. Some moments were just too raw for logic. It was all about the hea

• What the Heart didn't Know   You want me to stay

  The storm blew in fast, thick clouds swallowing the sky while thunder rumbled overhead. The penthouse windows shook in the wind, and the lights flickered once, twice, before settling back into a cozy glow. Amelia stood in the living room, hugging herself tight as the wild weather matched her tumultuous feelings—chaotic, loud, and impossible to ignore.Adrian had just tucked Nora into bed when he heard his own soft footsteps approaching. He didn’t say anything as he walked in—just glanced at her with a quiet, unreadable look before heading to the kitchen. "Want anything?" he asked softly. "I'll have what you're having," Amelia replied. She watched him move through the shadows, calm and steady, and it made her chest tighten. The way he moved, how his long-sleeve shirt hugged his arms—what would it feel like to be wrapped up in those arms? But as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she shook it off. She can’t be thinking about him... Not like that. He came back with two gl

• What the Heart didn't Know   Feels like home

  Adrian wasn’t really accustomed to this kind of quiet. It wasn’t the heavy kind that felt like a warning; instead, it wrapped around the room like a cozy blanket. It was the first time Amelia had left him alone with Nora for more than an hour. She had to go meet her lawyers to finalize some stuff for the custody case, barely making eye contact as she handed him Nora’s lunch schedule and allergy notes.“She likes her crusts cut off,” Amelia had said flatly, steering clear of his gaze. “And broccoli? Absolutely not. Don’t let her convince you to give her candy.”He nodded, taking the paper from her, feeling that invisible barrier still looming between them after their last chat. He had offered to go with her, but as usual, she shot him down and stormed out after dropping off the instructions for feeding Nora.He was getting tired of this back and forth, but he got that she needed her space. Still, how long could he hold on? She was pulling away once more, and he couldn’t really blame he

• What the Heart didn't Know   The Way He Looks At Me

  Amelia was trying to focus on work after getting back from the office, loaded with paperwork. "Here," Adrian said, plopping a plate of food and a glass of milk right in front of her. "Milk's for kids," she grumbled, taking a bite of the round, tasty treats. "And look who's been sulking around the house all week," he shot back before leaving. Almost half an hour later, she couldn’t shake off his little jab. Did he really suggest she was acting like a child? It all started with just a glance.Not the kind she was used to—those careful, calculated looks in boardrooms or courtrooms. This was different. She found herself watching Adrian.He was in the kitchen, helping Nora stir pancake batter, his sleeves rolled up and a soft smile on his face that he didn’t even realize he had. There was flour on his cheek, and Nora couldn't help but giggle every time he pulled a funny face. It was so ordinary, so homey, and for some reason, it made her heart ache.Amelia took a slow sip of her milk from

• What the Heart didn't Know   One step forward

  It's been what? Three days since that night, and Amelia is dodging Adrian like he’s the plague. He doesn’t even mind, he’s used to her moving one step forward and ten steps back. This morning, he woke up earlier than usual and decided to hang out with a long-time friend, Justin. “So, you’ve ditched boxing, dating, and jumped straight into married life, huh?” Justin chuckled, downing a glass of alcohol. Adrian forced a smile, regretting he even opened his mouth, but the news was everywhere, after all. “Come on, man. Spill the beans! Have you cracked the ice queen yet?” Justin laughed, but to be honest, that was getting under Adrian’s skin. He just wanted to hang out, not discuss her. “Can we just drop it?” he muttered, taking a swig of his drink. “Ouuu, someone’s got secrets!” Adrian shot him a glare, the urge to punch Justin rising with every moment. “I think I’m going to head out; this was a mistake,” he grumbled, setting down his glass. “Oh come on, man, it was just a joke!”