~EmiliaDeep down in me, I knew I couldn't handle Adrian's business crash.I knew I couldn't let him know the truth either.Now, I am torn between protecting the man I love and hiding the truth.Just then, the door opened loudly, interrupting my thoughts.I froze, my hands still, my heart caught halfway between a beat.For a moment, I held my breath.There he was.Adrian.His steps were slow and heavy, his shirt partly untucked, hair scattered like he'd been running his fingers through it too many times. He wasn’t drunk, but the smell of alcohol clung to him like a bad perfume—sharp, bitter, and uninviting.I watched as he landed heavily on the bed, making it creak under his weight.“When did you start drinking, Adrian?” I asked, barely above a whisper.He didn’t answer, just let out a tired sigh as his body sunk deeper into the mattress.“I’m talking to you,” I said again, louder this time. But my voice betrayed me—it quivered, soft, carrying a tiny hint of fear.He snorted, turning
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