POV: Adrian"I would undo it all," Adrian whispered, almost to himself. The words hung in the room, heavier than the humid afternoon air pressing against the glass windows of the office. He had rehearsed countless apologies in his mind, every variation designed to reclaim, to soften, to persuade, but none captured the raw weight of truth as these words did.He stared at the empty chair across from him, the one she had once occupied in countless meetings, in countless private conversations. The absence was palpable, a gnawing void that he could not fill with gestures, excuses, or carefully constructed narratives. He had spent years equating possession with love, control with care, influence with connection. And now, stripped of all that, he recognized the futility of it."I thought control was the same as affection," he admitted aloud, the sound rough in the quiet room. "I thought... if I could manage every angle, every choice, every word, then I could keep you. I thought I could preve
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