Adrian sat on the narrow bench, elbows resting on his knees, his hands loosely clasped in front of him. For the first time in years—maybe ever—there was nothing he could control. No boardrooms. No contracts. No leverage. Just silence. And consequences. The metallic click of footsteps echoed down the corridor before stopping at his cell. A guard appeared, keys jangling. “You’ve been bailed out, Mr. Wolfe.” Adrian didn’t move immediately. Bailed out. Of course he had been. Money always moved faster than justice. But this felt different. He stood slowly, jaw tight, and stepped out without a word. The world outside the station hit him all at once—lights, voices, cameras flashing in the distance. His legal team was already waiting, talking fast, outlining damage control, PR statements, next steps. He heard none of it. Because his mind wasn’t there. It was somewhere else. Rain. Cold. Lydia. Her body trembling under his. Her voice telling him to stop. His chest tighten
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