17

ADAM

I buried my face in my hands. The work was seriously getting to me, but I was figuring everything out slowly, but that was something.

At exactly 8 a.m., I had already freshened up and headed to my office to figure out how to fix the mess my mother had made. I was already 2 hours into the “fixing”, and I already figured something out which was something.

My stomach rumbled. I checked my Rolex; it was a few minutes past 10. I needed to eat something. Valeria was definitely going to come here so we could draw up the contract, but I didn’t specify when. However, I was certain that she would come this morning; I mean, it was a matter of life and death.

Come to think of it, I still didn’t understand why we needed to be in an arranged marriage. I was willing to help her for free. I simply wanted to help her. When she knelt in front of me, I put myself in her shoes; trust me, I hardly did that. I felt her pain, I felt hurt, and I felt pity.

So I was shocked when she declined that offer.