LOGINI kept walking. The sound of Adrian’s footsteps followed closely behind me across the parking lot. "Amelia, just hear me out." I swallowed hard, tightening my grip on my bag. Hearing his voice still affected me, even afternoon everything and I hated that. "Please…" he added, quieter this time. I finally stopped walking. For a moment, I just stood there with my back facing him, trying to steady myself before turning around slowly. I folded my arms across my chest. "Why do you think I want to hear anything you have to say right now?" "Because I never cheated on you." The words came out firm. "I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Amelia." I looked away briefly, blinking against the familiar sting behind my eyes. "Just trust me enough to let me explain.. please." he added. Trust. That word hurt now. I stayed quiet for several long seconds. Part of me wanted to walk away and tell him none of this mattered anymore. But another part of me… The part th
I took in a deep breath before stepping out of my car, instinctively smoothing my gown down my hips. I pushed open the heavy glass doors and walked into the building, determined to get through the day, one step at a time. I rode the elevator up. The doors slid open with a soft ding, and I stepped into the office space. The usual sounds greeted me instantly. Phones ringing, keyboards clicking and quiet conversations filling the air. I forced a polite smile onto my face as I greeted a few coworkers. I got to my workstation and had barely settled into my chair when Megan looked over, her brows immediately pulling together. "Okay… you look like you haven’t slept properly in like a week. I felt the weight of the dark circles under my eyes but I let out a tiny breath that was almost a laugh and shrugged lightly while turning on the system. "That obvious?" "Very," Casey muttered from nearby, looking genuinely concerned now. "Are you okay? Like… for real?" I nodded. "Yeah.
I wonder what she thinks of me right now. I dragged a hand through my hair again. At this point, she probably hates me. And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her And Maisie… A dangerous anger flared through me at the thought of her. She had this all planned out. Every single part of it. My jaw tightened. The angle with which the picture was taken made it look like we kissed. I still couldn’t fully understand the level of desperation it took for someone to deliberately try destroying another person’s relationship like that. And somehow… she had succeeded. She was almost certainly the one who sent the picture to Amelia and how she had managed to get Amelia’s personal number, I didn't know and the mystery only fueled more anger in my gut. I felt angry at Maisie, at the situation. At myself... my past "playboy" reputation was finally catching up to me in the worst possible way. I had spent years being the man everyone thought I was, only to have that history weaponized again
AMELIA Darrell signaled the bartender and ordered a drink of his own after settling properly beside me. The bartender slid a glass toward him and he thanked him before glancing sideways at me again. "You good?" he asked carefully. "Sure," I replied flatly. He nodded once accepting the answer for what it was, a dismissal. "Okay." Silence settled between us afterward, filled by the soft music in the bar, people laughing and talking around us and glasses clinking occasionally. I picked up the second shot and swallowed it slowly this time. The alcohol burned less now. Or maybe I just barely felt anything anymore. Darrell rested one arm against the counter before speaking again after a while. "So…" he started lightly. "Your relationship with Adrian Langford is actually serious." My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. He continued before I could respond. "I mean… I have to admit, I kind of doubted it at first." He chuckled softly. "Not because of you. Just bec
I got to the living room and stopped short when I saw the piano. My steps slowed instantly. There it sat exactly where it always had, the midnight blue grand piano. Beautiful and elegant. What Adrian had surprised me with that completely melted my heart the day he brought it home. I remembered how excited I had been. Staring at the polished wood, the painful realization of everything that had happened dawned on me all over again. A lump rose in my throat and I felt my eyes began to water. I swallowed and turned away quickly and walked to the kitchen. I physically did not think I had another breakdown left in me but that piano was a constant, loud reminder of a man I was trying to forget. How would I ever be able to move on with such a massive reminder of him in the middle of my home? I let out a breath, the thought of giving it away crossing my mind for the first time. I needed to stop thinking about Adrian. I needed to accept reality. Needed to accept that maybe what we
I stayed in bed the entire day. I wasn't crying anymore, the well of tears had finally run dry leaving behind an aching emptiness. My mind was in a chaotic loop of "why" and "how." I stared at the ceiling like maybe if I stared long enough, something inside my head would finally make sense. But nothing did because no matter how many times I replayed everything in my head, I still couldn’t understand it. At what point during our relationship did Adrian find time for another woman? My throat tightened painfully at the thought. He had been so present, so attentive that I had actually allowed myself to believe he loved me. He was so good to me that it made me finally lower my guard after years of convincing myself that love only ended in disappointment. So how could he do this to me? I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as a shaky breath left me. I just could not wrap my head around it. A thought surfaced, I remembered yesterday before Zoey and Brianna arrived. He had said ther
Damn! I actually was attracted to him. The words hung between us, undeniable now that it has been said out loud. His gaze held mine for a second longer, like he was making sure. With his hand still resting on my cheek, he tilted his head to the other side of my face and leaned in as his lips b
I gave him a small smile. For a moment he just stood there looking at me, his eyes still fixed on my face as though he had forgotten what he was supposed to say next. "You look beautiful, Amelia," he said again. "Thank you," I replied. "You look good yourself. He actually did look good... li
When I got to the house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.I kicked off my shoes near the entrance before heading straight to my bedroom.The moment I walked in, I dropped my purse onto the small table beside my bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For a
I stared at the screen.For a moment I actually considered typing back. 'How did you get my number?' But then I shook my head. Of course he had my number.Someone like Adrian Langford could probably get anyone’s number if he wanted. Still… he could have at least pretended to ask first. I slipped th







