LOGINThe first time I found Adrian and his private assistant, Mia, texting each other good night after midnight, we had our biggest fight yet. After that, when I asked him to keep his distance, he deliberately got even closer to her, determined to make me stop being so sensitive. He took Mia shopping for furniture for our future home, let her sit beside him in his car, and when I was sick with a fever, left me alone while he took her to his family’s estate. Every time I said something hurt me, Adrian pushed a little further. Eventually, I stopped asking. Adrian thought he had finally won. At the housewarming party for our new Tribeca penthouse, I pressed my finger to the smart lock. Fingerprint not recognized. His friends laughed. “Stop trying, Claire. Mia’s fingerprint was added days ago.” Then one of them grinned. “Adrian bet you wouldn’t make a scene. He said if you could handle this, you were finally ready to become Mrs. Moretti.” Everyone waited for me to explode. I stared at the red light and realized Adrian had gotten exactly what he wanted. I didn’t care anymore. “Then don’t add mine.” I turned toward the elevator. “Cancel the wedding too.” I was leaving anyway. There was no point in having the wedding anymore.
View MoreThe weather in San Francisco was beautiful on our wedding day.The ceremony was held on the top-floor terrace of a hotel overlooking the bay. White flowers lined the aisle, and the breeze coming off the water lifted the edge of my veil.My mother walked with me to the entrance.Julian was already waiting at the other end.From the moment I appeared, he never looked away.When I reached him, he took my hand. His palm was warm.Julian kept his vows simple.“Claire, I will never make you guess where you stand with me.”“If you feel uncertain, ask me. If I hurt you, tell me.”His fingers tightened gently around mine.“You will never have to prove that you deserve to be loved by seeing how much you can endure.”For a moment, the terrace went quiet.My eyes burned.Adrian had spent years convincing himself there were too many things about me that needed to change.Ask less.Care less.Need less.Every time I told him something hurt, he pushed the boundary a little further until I finally lea
Another six months passed.A week before the wedding, I was at the designer’s studio for my final dress fitting.The designer was adjusting the last layer of my veil when my phone rang.Luca.I stared at the name for a few seconds before answering.“Claire.”He sounded tense.“Adrian knows you’re getting married.”I looked at myself in the mirror.“Oh.”Luca clearly hadn’t expected that to be my only reaction.“Someone shared the news about you and Julian last night. Adrian saw it and completely lost it.”So that was how he found out.Julian’s family had announced the wedding a few days earlier. It had quickly been picked up by a San Francisco society column and a few design-industry accounts.Luca continued.“He went back to the Tribeca penthouse and destroyed half the living room. Almost everything Mia helped choose is gone.”“He’s sitting by the front door now.”Luca paused.“Right in front of that fingerprint lock.”I said nothing.“Claire, he keeps saying that if he’d just added y
Three months later, rain poured over San Francisco.The design summit had just ended, and I was leaving the hotel with several colleagues when a man suddenly came through the rain toward me.Security stopped him before he reached the steps.I stopped walking.It was Adrian.His black coat was soaked through, his dark hair plastered across his forehead. He looked nothing like the Moretti Don I remembered, the man who was always composed and always in control.“Claire.”His voice was rough.I didn’t move.Adrian stared at me for a long moment. Then he pulled free of the security guard and crossed the remaining distance.The next second, he dropped to his knees.Everyone around us went quiet.“I was wrong.”Rain ran down his face.“Mia doesn’t work for Moretti anymore. Whatever she did, the lawyers are handling it.”“I changed the locks at the Tribeca penthouse too.”His eyes were already red when he looked up at me.“Claire, come home with me.”“You can look through my phone whenever you
A few weeks later, the head of finance at Moretti Properties hurried into Adrian’s office.“There’s a problem with one of the operating accounts.”Adrian looked up.“How much?”“About one point eight million.”The money had been set aside for the next round of payments to contractors and suppliers on one of their hotel projects.“Where did it go?”The man’s expression tightened.“Mia initiated the transfers last night using her administrative access. By the time the bank flagged them, the money had already been split across several outside accounts.”Adrian picked up his phone and called her.Straight to voicemail.He sent people to her apartment.It had already been cleared out.Clothes, documents, luggage. Everything was gone.Adrian stared at the bank records on his desk, his expression turning cold.He had always known Mia enjoyed the lifestyle that came with working closely with the Moretti family.He had never expected her to steal from the company.The bank froze the remaining t
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