All Chapters of The Weight of Us: A Billionaire Romance Story : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The hotel room was too quiet.Nora opened her eyes slowly, her body stiff from sleep and something else—something heavier. The sheets were tangled around her legs, the scent of him still clinging to her skin. She reached across the bed instinctively to touch him, but her hand touched only cold linen.Empty.Her heart sank.She sat up slowly, gathering the comforter around her chest as if it could shield her from the aftermath. The curtains were open. Sunlight poured in, pale and sharp, like a spotlight on everything they’d tried to forget last night.Her clothes were still scattered across the floor. She remembered the way he’d looked at her, the way his hands trembled just before they steadied themselves against her hips. She remembered how desperately he’d kissed her—like he was trying to silence something in himself. She thought it meant something.Maybe it had. Maybe that was the problem.She found her dress and slipped it on quietly. Her heels were by the door. His suit jacket st

The morning air in Chicago feels colder than it should be for late spring. It’s as if the city itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to break—waiting for her to break. She shivers as she walks toward the conference hall, trying to focus on the day ahead, but her mind keeps drifting back to the words Adrian said the night before, and the unspoken tension in his eyes when she turned away.She pulls herself together with a practiced professionalism, refusing to let him see how shaken she is. His presence—always so commanding, always so distant—feels suffocating today. They haven’t spoken much since their argument, and Nora is fine with that. She can feel him pulling back, just as she’s been trying to do. But the silence between them is heavy, and it lingers in a way that makes her stomach twist.As they sit in the conference hall, Adrian stays distant, his gaze fixed on his notes, his voice cold and clipped when he speaks. He’s still avoiding her, still keeping his emotions

Nora's POV There was something about returning to New York after Chicago that made everything feel heavier.Maybe it was the cold air biting harder than usual or the gray skies that hadn't lifted since we landed. Or maybe it was Adrian. The silence between us was thicker now. He hadn’t said more than a few sentences since the night at the hotel. Not about the kiss, not about what it meant—if it meant anything.And God help me, I didn’t know which version would hurt more.I walked into Sterling Capital on Monday morning wearing a brave face. Lips red, coat pressed, heels clicking down marble floors like they belonged here. Like I belonged here. And maybe I did. But nothing felt the same.Adrian had been colder since we got back. Not cruel—but distant, mechanical. He gave me assignments, nodded when I handed in deliverables, and that was it. Not even a glance that lingered. I hated how my stomach still twisted every time he passed me by wi