LOGINI stepped out of the airport and into air that actually felt like air. Not filtered through vents. Not trapped behind glass and polished walls. Real warm, soft, touched with the faint scent of dust, trees, and something sweet I could not immediately name. For the first time in what felt like forever, I breathed deeply. And it did not hurt. “Elena!” I turned just in time to see Sabrina hurrying toward me, one hand waving wildly above her head. I barely had time to smile before she threw her arms around me. “Oh my God,” she breathed, squeezing me tightly. “Look at you.” I laughed, the sound slipping out easier than I expected. “Hello to you too.” She pulled back just enough to look at me properly, both hands still gripping my arms like she was making sure I was real. “No, seriously. Look at you. You look… older. Not old,” she added quickly. “Just more mature. More… I don’t know…Refined.” I raised a brow. “Is that your way of saying I look stressed?” She laughed. “A little.” I
Adrian's POV (Special POV) I sat in my office staring at absolutely nothing.The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, glass and steel and movement, the whole world continuing like yesterday had not happened. Like a woman had not walked out of my life with signed divorce papers and a goodbye letter so final it still sat like a blade under my ribs.The papers were done.Signed by me. Sent to my lawyer first thing this morning.The shares had been released. The inheritance issue was over. Clean. Final. Exactly the way it was always supposed to be once the contract ended.So that should have been it.No more ties. No more obligations. No more Elena.And yet she was all I could think about.I leaned back in my chair and pressed my thumb against my temple, eyes closing for a moment.She had left without a word beyond that letter. No scene. No demands. No tears in front of me. Just a few neat lines on paper and a disappearing act so complete it made the house feel haunted.I
Adrian woke to silence.Not the ordinary kind. Not the quiet dull, before the house slowly came alive. This silence was heavier than that, like something had already ended and the world hadn’t caught up to it yet.For a moment, he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind slow to catch up with his body. Fragments of the night before drifted back in pieces: the kitchen, Elena’s voice in the dark, the look in her eyes when she told him she was only giving him what he asked for.Something white beside his pillow caught his attention.He frowned slightly and reached for it, his fingers brushing against paper.The moment he saw the bold heading, whatever remained of sleep vanished.Divorce papers.“What the fuck?”The words came out low, rough, more breath than voice.Beside him, Melissa shifted in her sleep, her blonde hair falling across her face, but he barely registered it. His attention had already moved to the folded sheet tucked beneath the documents.A letter.A faint uneas
Adrian leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed for a brief moment.Melissa shifted beside him, draped in one of his shirts, her fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest as she leaned closer, seeking warmth, closeness, something he wasn’t fully present for.“You’re so tense,” she murmured, pressing herself against him. “You should relax.”But Adrian didn’t respond. Not really.His mind was elsewhere.Elena.The thought came uninvited, sharp and persistent.The way she had been these past few days… it didn’t sit right with him. She had been quieter. Different.And last night—She had apologized last night.That alone was enough to unsettle him.Elena didn’t apologize. Not like that. Not without a remark, not without pushing back. She would have said something sharp, something biting, something that reminded him she wasn’t weak.But she hadn’t.She had just… taken it.His jaw tightened slightly. Maybe I went too far. He wondered The thought lingered longer than he expected
The sound of a key scraping against the lock pulled me out of my thoughts.Before I could even sit up properly, the door swung open, and Adrian stepped inside. He was drunk. I could tell immediately from the way he moved, from the faint stagger in his steps, from the sharp smell of alcohol that followed him into the room.For a second, I thought he would do what he always did, walk past me, ignore me, disappear into his room as if I were invisible.But he didn’t.He stopped just inside the doorway and leaned back against it, one hand dragging through his hair, his breathing uneven. His eyes found mine, dark and heavy and full of something I could not quite name.“I can’t do this anymore,” he said.The words landed hard in the silence between us.My heart clenched. I rose slowly from where I had been sitting, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sofa. “I know you’re angry about what happened at the bar, but I swear to you, I did not push Melissa.”His jaw tightened.“I didn’t,”
I sat on the edge of my bed, the soft hum of the air conditioner blended with the quiet of my room. Around me, my packed luggage stood like silent witnesses to a decision I had yet to fully process. The divorce papers lay across the small table beside me, crisp and final, the ink still smelling faintly of authority and inevitability.I picked them up again, letting my fingers trace the edges, and I wondered… had I fulfilled Victor’s dying wish? Had I done what he hoped I would do?The thought carried me back to those long days in the hospital, years ago. I could still see him lying there, frail, yet sharp-eyed, a spark of the man he had been stubbornly alive in his gaze. I had sat by his side for hours, tending to his needs, listening to his thoughts, his regrets, his hopes.“I don’t know where I went wrong with Adrian,” he had whispered that one evening, voice raspy. His hand reached for mine, though I held back, knowing the weight of it. “I thought… I thought I was raising a son who







