Adrian stood in the middle of his living room with the divorce papers in his hands. The note on top of them carried Elena’s handwriting. He had known it the second he opened the envelope, but seeing it in black ink still made his chest tight.His phone rang. Unknown number. He answered on the second ring.“Hello, Adrian,” Elena said. Her voice sounded exactly like it used to—calm, cold, and sure of itself.“What do you want?” he asked.“Meet me. Alone. The old coffee shop near campus. One hour. If you bring the girl, I release everything tonight.”The line went dead before he could answer.Adrian grabbed his keys and left. He did not text Juliet. He did not leave a note. He just drove.Elena sat at a corner table when he walked in. Same perfect hair. Same cold eyes. Same small smile that never reached her face. She looked up and pointed at the empty chair across from her.“Sit.”Adrian sat. He did not take off his jacket.“You’ve been watching us,” he said. “Sending notes. Working wit
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