The Woman Who Had My Heart 

CHAPTER 3

The Woman Who Had My Heart

Adrian’s POV

I adjusted my gold wrist watch on my wrists,staring out through the floor to ceiling glass of my corner office.

my phone hummed softly”,

but I ignored it,my mind still echoing with the sound of Vivian's voice from our call earlier.

“Sometimes I wonder what I ever did in this life to have a sweet, kind, and supportive husband like you.

a slow bitter smile pulled at the corner of my lips.

If only she knew

“Sometimes I wonder what I ever did in this life to have a beautiful, loving, kindhearted and supportive husband like you.

A slow bitter smile pulled at the corner of my lips.

I wasn't entirely lying when I told my wife  I was proud of her. She has worked so hard for that contract and watching her succeed brought a genuine flicker of satisfaction to my chest.

​She is  my anchor. She is the best thing that has ever happened to a flawed, dark handsome man like me. I'm insanely proud to call her my wife. 

I used to walk into high society galas holding her hand, feeling like the richest man in the universe,not because of the bank accounts, but because the most precious, loyal, and loving woman in the world chose to stand by my side.

God, I adored my wife so much

She is  the only person who could make a man like me forget about millions of dollars, boardroom battles, and everything else waiting for my attention.

I picked up my phone and stared at her picture on my screen.

My beautiful wife, my heart desire 

How did I get so lucky?

I don't  just love her. I cherished her and I admired her.

 I'm proud of her.

She is  my peace in a world that never stopped demanding something from me.

And right now, sitting alone in my office, I found myself wishing I could leave everything behind just to walk through our front door and pull her into my arms.

I smiled at the thought.

She was the only person who could walk into my office without knocking and somehow make me forget that I was in the middle of a million dollar negotiation.

The only person whose voice could calm me when the entire world was against me.

The only woman whose happiness mattered to me more than my own.

I loved buying her beautiful things, but the truth was, I didn't need to give her diamonds to prove my love.

I wanted to give her my time. my attention.

my loyalty.

my whole heart.

I wanted her to wake up every morning knowing there was a man in this world who would choose her over and over again.

I smiled at the thought of going home later.

I'd probably find her curled up on the couch, complaining that I came home too late.

and I'd pull her into my arms anyway.

I'd kiss her forehead and tell her how much I'd missed her.

because I always missed her.

even when I'd only been away for a few hours.

my phone suddenly vibrated across the desk.

I reached for it without much thought.

Then I saw the notification.

Unknown Number

My brows pulled together.

I opened the message.

Three words stared back at me.

You don't know her.

unknown number i know everything.

My heart stopped.

I stared at the message, my fingers trembling as another one appeared

Who the hell is  this?

and why do I think that something is terribly wrong.