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"No!" Lena answered far too quickly.Adrian frowned."Are you sure?""Yes. I'm sure."Tarzan knocked on the window again.Lena closed her eyes briefly.Lord, please help me.When she opened them, Adrian was already reaching for his phone."Don't be scared," he assured her. "I'll call the police."Lena's eyes flew open."Please, don't call the police. He's not a threat.""Huh? This man has practically held up traffic, and now he's ordering you out of my car!"Lena swallowed.There was no way around it. She couldn't let Adrian call the police on her own fiancé—although Tarzan deserved a lecture for his dramatic entrance in the middle of the road, she was also at fault for not telling him where she was."He's my fiancé," she confessed quietly.Adrian slowly turned his head toward her."Your... fiancé?"Lena nodded.For several seconds, he simply stared at her as though trying to determine whether she was joking.Then his gaze shifted toward Tarzan, who remained beside the window.He lowe
Inside the black car, Lena sat beside Chef Adrian Moretti, trying desperately to concentrate on their conversation.Or at least, she was attempting to.Her mind was elsewhere, consumed by worry about Tarzan. She had deliberately declined his calls because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to lie to him if he asked where she was or what she was doing.And the truth?The truth was far too risky.She had no idea how to explain the situation to him. Perhaps she should have informed him before making her decision. Better yet, perhaps she should have turned down Adrian's offer altogether.But it was too late for regrets now.Adrian occasionally glanced at her, noticing how distracted she had become. Whatever she was thinking about, it clearly had her attention far more than their conversation did."Lena, is everything all right?" he asked softly, interrupting her thoughts.She blinked and turned toward him."Yes. Why do you ask?""You seem to be a million miles away." He offered her a fai
Tarzan rode his bike like a man possessed. The moment he left Lena’s culinary school, he twisted the throttle, sending his motorcycle into a racing speed with a powerful roar. The wind rushed against his body, but he barely felt it. His entire mind was consumed by one thing. Lena. Where the hell was she? And more importantly, who the hell was the man she had gone off with? He rode through the traffic, slipping past cars recklessly. When the car slowed to a crawl, he found openings between them and maneuvered through the narrow spaces. A horn blared behind him. Another driver shouted a curse word but Tarzan ignored them all. They didn't matter, anyway. He had more important things to worry about than the opinions of angry strangers. His jaw tightened beneath his helmet as Hannah's revelation replayed in his mind. "There's this hot guest chef who has been flirting with Lena.He said they knew each other, but Lena doesn't remember him.He offered her a ride. He wanted to remind
Nora's expression tightened. "We didn't forget about her safety. Lena is our friend, and we do care about her." "Then why did you let her leave with a man none of you could properly identify?"Tarzan replied. "Because Lena said she would be fine!" Nora shot back, finally finding her voice. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted that she was an adult and could make her own decisions. What was I supposed to do—tie her to a chair?" Tarzan's eyes flashed. "You could have called me! I gave you all my contact number for a reason. I'm her fiancé!" Nora opened her mouth, then closed it. Because, annoyingly enough, he had a point. Jessie stepped forward before the argument could escalate further. "Look, they left only a few minutes before you arrived." She paused and quickly took out her phone. "I also took a picture of his number plate before they left, just in case anything happened." He took one look at the screen, already committing the numbers to memory. "Do you know wher
Jessie opened her mouth, then closed it. Nora kept her gaze fixed on the ground. Tarzan's patience began to evaporate. "Why are you two looking at each other like that? Where is my woman... where is Lena?" Jessie cleared her throat. "Well..." "Well, what?" "She's..." "She's what?" Tarzan couldn't even let her finish her sentence. Nora finally spoke. "She's on her way home. When she knew I was coming to pick her up—" She stopped abruptly, then frowned. "And why can't either of you look me in the eyes while answering a simple question?" None of them said a word. Tarzan's jaw tightened. "Hannah!" Hannah flinched. "Don't ask me, please." Tarzan exhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose."All right. I've had enough of this nonsense. Tell me the truth, Hannah. Where is Lena?"Hannah glanced at Nora and Jessie."Hannah! Look at me."She flinched again and returned her gaze at Tarzan.He sighed and said softly."Please...I need to know where Lena is...I am worried." Hanna
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake







