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110. WHAT REMAINS OF US
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Reclaiming the Love We Lost 330. About His Wife
The response was too neutral, and Lydia caught it immediately. Marcus wasn't attacking her, nor was he jealous or trying to reclaim Adrian’s spot. Something else was happening: Marcus was worried. Or suspicious. Perhaps both.Marcus turned back to Adrian. "You used to make decisions alone. You didn't care who got hurt or who was left behind, as long as the objective was met.""I still make decisions alone when necessary.""But not always," Marcus glanced at Lydia again. "Now you weigh the impact on your home. On your son. On your wife."Adrian looked at Lydia for a brief second before answering firmly, "Yes."Marcus nodded slowly, his face solemn. "And that is what worries me."Lydia felt a cold sensation in her stomach. "Why should that worry you?"Marcus met Lydia’s gaze directly. "Because Adrian Wolfe has never functioned well when he has something he is terrified of losing."Adrian’s jaw tightened, his neck muscles straining. Lydia didn't look away."He has something invaluable no
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 329. The Old Right Hand
The first thing Lydia noticed was the silence.It was not the awkward or forced kind, but the familiar kind—the deep quiet that settled whenever Adrian and Marcus occupied the same room.Lydia stood near the corner of the conference table, watching both men across the room. They had been talking for nearly twenty minutes. No raised voices. No heated arguments. No rigid corporate formality. Just two men exchanging data with the fluid ease of those who had once spent years completing each other’s thoughts.Lydia knew Marcus Hale.She had met him several times in the past and understood his long history with Adrian. Marcus was the man Adrian called before making the most critical decisions of his life. He was the one who handled high-stakes negotiations when Adrian was too occupied to be present, and the one who knew precisely which deal could wait and which could destroy the company in an instant.Marcus had been there long before Lydia entered the frame—before their first marriage, bef
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 328. Our New Marriage
Lydia walked into the kitchen and stopped. Adrian was already there, standing at the stove making pancakes while Hayes sat at the counter. Aurelia was in her high chair, happily banging a spoon against the tray. Lydia smiled. "Good morning." Adrian looked over his shoulder. "Good morning." Hayes immediately raised his hand. "Dad burned one." "I did not." "You did." "It was one pancake," Adrian defended himself. Lydia laughed. "You're still cooking?" Adrian looked offended. "I can cook." Hayes shook his head. "Mommy cooks better." "Traitor." Lydia walked toward them. "What happened?" "Dad tried to make heart-shaped pancakes," Hayes said, pointing toward a plate. Lydia looked. The pancakes were supposed to resemble hearts, but they looked more like badly shaped clouds. She covered her mouth. "Very artistic." Adrian narrowed his eyes. "Thank you." "You're welcome." He handed her a plate. "Sit." Lydia blinked. "You made breakfast for me?" "I made breakfast for everyone.
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 327. Choose Us
The penthouse was unusually quiet that evening. Lydia sat alone at the dining table with her laptop open in front of her, surrounded by expansion projections, construction schedules, supplier contracts, and staffing plans. It was almost ten. She rubbed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. She had promised herself she would stop working an hour ago, but one more email had become three, one more calculation had turned into another spreadsheet, and before she knew it, the entire evening had disappeared. She glanced at the clock: 10:07 PM. Lydia sighed and closed her laptop halfway, then opened it again. There was still one proposal she needed to review. She didn't hear the front door open or notice the sound of footsteps until Adrian's voice came from behind her. "You're still working." Lydia looked up and froze. Adrian was standing near the dining room entrance—but something was different. He wasn't wearing his usual exhausted expression, he wasn't carrying his laptop, and h
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 326. The Old Pattern
The argument started over something small. It always did. Lydia was standing in the kitchen, preparing a cup of tea after another exhausting day at the bakery. It was almost midnight. Adrian had just arrived home. Again. He placed his keys on the counter and loosened his tie. Lydia didn't turn around. "You're late." "I know." "You said you'd be home earlier." "I tried." She finally looked at him. "Did you?" Adrian's expression tightened. "Yes." "I called you twice." "I was in a meeting." "You could have answered afterward." "I know." Lydia looked away. She was tired, he was tired, and neither of them wanted to fight. But the tension had been building for weeks. "You didn't eat," Adrian noted. "I'm not hungry." "You need to eat." "I said I'm not hungry." He sighed. "Lydia." "What?" "I'm not trying to argue with you." "Neither am I." "Then why does everything I say sound like the beginning of an argument?" She laughed bitterly. "Because you
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 325. The Distance
The first sign that something was wrong was the empty chair. Lydia noticed it at seven-thirty that evening. She had set the dinner table for four: Hayes was finishing his homework, Aurelia was in her high chair happily playing with a spoon, and Adrian's chair remained empty. Lydia checked her phone. No message. She looked at the clock again. Seven-thirty. She had promised herself she would be home earlier that evening, leaving the bakery at six. For once, she had refused to stay for another meeting and had even ignored three calls from Julian because she wanted to have dinner with her family. She had thought Adrian would be happy, but instead, he wasn't there. Hayes looked at the empty chair. "Is Dad coming?" Lydia smiled. "He'll be home." "When?" She hesitated. "Soon." Hayes nodded and returned to his food. Lydia tried to eat, but the food had already gone cold. At eight-fifteen, her phone finally vibrated. Adrian: I'm sorry. Still at the office. Don't wait for me.
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 198. The Path to the Sky
The sleek, midnight-black AgustaWestland helicopter sheared through the heavy low-hanging fog of the Manhattan skyline, its rotors cutting the crisp night air with a rhythmic, thunderous roar. Inside the sound-insulated, leather-lined cabin, the soft amber dashboard lights cast long shadows over t
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 4. THE KNOCK AT THE DOOR
Lydia watched him for a heartbeat, the reality of his presence finally breaking through her shock. Before he could take another step toward the furnace, she moved. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in the damp of his jacket. "Noah," she sobbed. Noah froze for a split second, hi
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 3. THE PRICE OF NOTHING
Adrian didn't sleep that night.The penthouse lights stayed on until dawn, the chocolate torte long abandoned on the coffee table, one bite missing like a ghost of her presence. He paced the living room, replaying the hospital hallway exchange, the returned five million, the dead phone number, the
Reclaiming the Love We Lost 2. NOTHING IMPORTANT
Lydia stepped out of the examination room with the envelope clutched tightly in her hand. Too tight. The thin paper crinkled under her grip, but she didn’t loosen it. Inside it—seven weeks of a truth she wasn’t ready to face. Seven weeks of something that could destroy what little control she had l
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