The conference room was buzzing with anticipation. Every seat around the gleaming oak table was occupied, and the air hummed with quiet chatter as the staff waited for Adrian to arrive. On the far end, I sat with my tablet, glancing through the preliminary client profile Adrian had sent me last night.The man we were trying to court wasn’t just any client. He was the client—Noah Carter, the founder of a tech empire that spanned everything from artificial intelligence to cutting-edge medical devices. His company, Carter Innovations, had a reputation for being selective about who they partnered with. Landing him as a client would elevate our firm to untouchable heights.The door swung open, and the room fell silent as Adrian strolled in, exuding his signature confidence. His sharp navy suit was practically a uniform for these high-stakes moments, and the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.“Good morning, everyone,” he began, his voice commanding yet smooth. “I’ll get straight to the poin
Adrian and I barely had a moment to breathe before we were back in his office, debriefing. Noah Carter’s tentative agreement was a win, but Adrian wasn’t the kind to leave anything up to chance. He wanted to close the deal, seal it with an iron-clad handshake, and leave no room for second thoughts.“Do you think he’s really sold?” I asked, sinking into one of the leather chairs in his office.Adrian looked up from his laptop, where he was already drafting follow-up emails. “He’s intrigued, which is a good start. But Noah Carter doesn’t strike me as a man who makes decisions lightly. We’re not done yet.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “So what’s next? Another meeting? A five-star dinner? A grand gesture involving fireworks?”Adrian smirked. “Funny you should mention that. I was thinking about inviting him to the charity gala tomorrow night.”I blinked. “The gala? As in the event with half the city’s elite in attendance? You really think that’s the best environment to finalize a deal?”“
The next week felt like the calm after the storm. With Noah Carter officially on board, the office buzzed with celebratory energy. The deal was a massive win for the company, and Adrian wasted no time making sure everyone knew about it.“We’re hosting a victory lunch tomorrow,” he announced at the end of our morning meeting. His tone was casual, but the glint in his eyes made it clear he was proud. “Catered, of course. Make sure you’re there.”The room erupted in murmurs of approval. I, however, slouched in my chair, glaring at Adrian from across the table.“Catered lunch?” I asked dryly once everyone began to filter out. “You’re really pulling out all the stops.”He leaned against the table, grinning. “Come on, Mia. Lighten up. It’s a big win. You were part of it, after all.”“Part of it? I was the glue holding it together,” I quipped, gathering my notes.Adrian chuckled. “Which is exactly why you deserve a moment to relax. Let the team celebrate. You’re not going to sulk through it,
As the event wound down and the last guests began to leave, I noticed Adrian glance at me from the corner of his eye. He had that look—mischievous, as though he was about to drop a comment that would make me regret ever signing that marriage contract.“You’ve been glaring at me all night, you know,” he said casually, straightening his tie.I raised a brow. “It’s called keeping an eye on my husband so he doesn’t set the venue on fire with one of his brilliant ideas.”Adrian chuckled, stepping closer. “Oh, come on. You have to admit I handled myself pretty well tonight. No inappropriate jokes, no strobe lights, and I even remembered the names of everyone on the guest list.”“Bare minimum effort,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.He leaned down slightly, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “You’re smiling. That’s a win for me.”I rolled my eyes and turned away, pretending to check on the staff clearing up the venue. But Adrian wasn’t done.“You
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Squinting against the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I reached for it and saw Adrian’s name flashing on the screen.“Why are you calling me this early?” I groaned, still half-asleep.“It’s 8 a.m., Mia. That’s not early,” Adrian’s voice came through, sounding far too energetic for this hour. “We have a debrief with the team about yesterday’s success. You should be here by now.”I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. “You didn’t tell me there was a meeting.”“You were standing right next to me when I told the team yesterday,” he said, exasperated. “Are you still in bed?”I swung my legs over the side of the bed, grumbling under my breath. “I’m up now.”“Good. And wear something professional today,” he added. “We’ve got another big meeting later with the marketing team. First impressions matter.”“Are you implying I don’t dress professionally?” I shot back, glaring at the phone
The following day, I entered the office to find Adrian already immersed in his work. He sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard, his brows furrowed in concentration.“Don’t tell me you’re drafting a business pitch already,” I said as I stepped into his office.He didn’t look up. “Of course, I am. Bennett’s a meticulous guy. If we don’t follow up with something solid, yesterday’s effort goes to waste.”I settled into the chair across from him. “And by ‘we,’ I assume you mean me doing half the work?”He smirked, finally glancing up. “I’d say it’s closer to seventy-thirty, in my favor.”I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.”“Efficient,” he corrected, pushing a stack of papers toward me. “Here’s what I’ve drafted so far. Let me know if you find any gaps.”I picked up the documents and scanned through them. Adrian’s pitch was precise and ambitious, but it lacked the personal touch Bennett seemed to value.“Don’t you think this is a little too... cold?” I asked, tapping the pag
“You don’t get it, do you?”My voice echoed in the boardroom, cutting through the stifling silence. I hadn’t meant for it to sound so sharp, so desperate, but the words had a life of their own. Adrian didn’t even flinch. He just sat there, his posture annoyingly calm, his expression unreadable as always.He didn’t answer me. He never answered when it mattered. It was like he had this wall up, a wall that not even my words could penetrate.I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking against the polished floor in a rhythm that matched the pounding in my chest. Every step felt like I was trying to walk off the frustration threatening to consume me. Each click of my heels was a reminder that everything I thought we had was slipping away, piece by piece.“Say something, Adrian,” I demanded, stopping abruptly and turning to face him. “Anything. Just… say something.”The silence between us felt suffocating. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the anger rising inside me like a tidal wav
Adrian sat at his desk, a pile of untouched paperwork scattered in front of him. His fingers drummed against the surface of the table absentmindedly, the click-clack of his rings echoing in the otherwise silent office. The glass walls provided a stunning view of the bustling city below, but it all felt distant to him now. The lights of the city blinked like tiny stars, reminding him of how far away he was from the things that used to matter.He picked up a pen, twirling it between his fingers, but it didn’t bring him any comfort. His mind kept drifting to Mia—the last time they had been together, her tear-streaked face as she walked out the door. He had tried to convince himself that giving her space was the right thing to do, but now, sitting here in the quiet, he wasn’t so sure.How did it come to this? He thought, clenching his jaw. He’d always been sure of himself, confident in his decisions, but when it came to Mia, it was like everything he’d known had been turned upside down.H
The evening was nothing short of perfect. The soft hum of the city below mixed with the gentle whisper of the wind, and the sky stretched out in vibrant hues of orange and pink. It felt like the entire world had paused to give us this moment, a rare and precious gift. The balcony where we stood had become our sanctuary—a place where we could breathe, where we could be just us, without the weight of the world pressing down on our shoulders. It had witnessed our transformation, from uncertainty to the kind of deep, unwavering love that anchored us here, in this peaceful moment.Adrian’s arm was around my shoulders, holding me close, and I felt the warmth of him seep into me, deep into my very bones. There was something about the way he held me—like he’d never let go, no matter what. The simple touch of his hand was grounding, like a promise. It felt like the world had faded away, leaving only us here. The hum of the city below was distant, muted, as if the world knew that in this moment
The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the large windows of our cozy home, casting golden rays across the room. The world outside was just beginning to wake up, and I could hear the distant hum of cars on the road, the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze, but here, in this moment, it felt like it was just us. Adrian’s deep, contented breath beside me was the first sound I heard as I woke, his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. I smiled, enjoying the peace of the moment. We had been married for six months now, and somehow, everything felt both familiar and brand new at the same time. Like we were writing a story together that we’d never expected but were fully committed to.I glanced over at him, unable to resist. His features were softened in sleep, the usual intensity of his expression replaced with a peaceful calm. His lips were parted slightly, and I could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took. There was something about the sight of
The day had finally arrived. The crisp morning air was filled with the soft hum of birdsong, blending harmoniously with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The estate was a picture of serenity and beauty, nestled on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sparkling blue ocean. The sprawling gardens, meticulously maintained, were adorned with white roses, cascading ivy, and golden lanterns that twinkled even in the bright light of day. The venue was a dream—exactly what Mia had envisioned, though she would have never admitted just how much time she spent agonizing over the details. As the sun climbed higher into the sky, its rays kissed the tops of the trees, casting dappled light over the rows of chairs and the pristine white aisle that stretched toward the ornate floral arch at the altar. Mia stood in front of a gilded mirror in the bridal suite, her hands trembling slightly as they smoothed over the soft fabric of her dress. Her breath caught in her throat as she to
I stood in the center of the boutique, staring at myself in the mirror. The lace of the wedding dress hugged my frame perfectly, the subtle shimmer catching the sunlight streaming through the large windows. The delicate floral embroidery along the bodice and hemline made the dress feel timeless, a perfect blend of elegance and romance. Yet, as perfect as it was, my chest felt tight, and my hands clutched nervously at the fabric as though grounding myself.“Are you sure about this one?” Claire’s voice broke through my thoughts. She stepped beside me, tilting her head as she studied my reflection. Her fingers reached out to adjust the veil slightly, her touch light but deliberate. Her tone was casual, but I knew her too well—there was an undercurrent of concern in her words.“It’s beautiful,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I smoothed my hands over the intricate embroidery again, as if doing so would steady my nerves. “But… it still feels surreal.”Claire sighed, folding
The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the quiet evening, a rhythmic hum that steadied Mia’s racing thoughts. She had no idea what Adrian was planning. A simple invitation to dinner had turned into a mysterious journey, one that brought her to this private beach under a sky painted in hues of pink and orange. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything. It was beautiful—but Adrian was being suspiciously quiet, his usual confidence subdued by what seemed to be nervous energy. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?” Mia asked, her voice breaking the silence as they walked along the soft sand. The fine grains shifted beneath her feet, cool and inviting, yet her heart was anything but calm. Adrian turned to her, his dark eyes softer than she’d ever seen them. “Just trust me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re almost there.” “‘Just trust me,’” Mia repeated, raising a skeptical brow. “Do you even realize how ominous that sounds? You’re n
Mia stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the black dress she had chosen for the family gathering that night. It was an elegant piece, simple but fitting for what she had learned to embrace in her life—grace through challenges. Her fingers hovered over the fabric, unsure if she was ready for the weight of the evening, yet she knew it was necessary. She had made peace with Adrian’s mother—or at least, she hoped she had.The soft silk slid over her skin, and for a moment, she let herself breathe. The reflection staring back at her seemed like someone she didn’t quite recognize. There was a time when she would have run from a situation like this—an evening with Adrian’s family, full of expectations and formalities—but not anymore. She had learned that the only way through this was to face it head-on.Her heart beat a little faster as she thought of the woman she would have to face tonight: Alexandra Knight. Adrian’s mother had always been a constant reminder of how different
Adrian and I were no longer strangers to one another, but the space between us was wide—wide enough to feel like a canyon, despite the way he reached for my hand. It had been days since we made our decision to try again, but rebuilding what we’d lost felt like trying to reassemble a shattered mirror. Each step forward felt like it might be the wrong one, but we couldn’t go back. I couldn’t go back.We were sitting in the same quiet café where everything had fallen apart. The same place where Adrian had hesitated, where my heart had broken, and where, for the first time in months, we were attempting something that felt almost... normal.The hum of quiet conversation surrounded us, punctuated by the clinking of coffee cups and the soft rustling of pages turning. I could smell the rich aroma of espresso in the air, but it did nothing to mask the tension that clung between us. It was as if the café had become a silent witness to all the moments of our relationship—the good, the bad, and t
The café smelled of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries, but the comforting aroma did nothing to settle the storm in my chest. I chose the corner booth, tucked away from the hum of conversations and the clinking of cups. My hands gripped the mug of chamomile tea in front of me, its warmth grounding me as I rehearsed what I wanted to say.Adrian was late.That wasn’t unusual for him—he always used to breeze in five or ten minutes after the clock struck, his apologies accompanied by some grand gesture. A bouquet of lilies. A designer pen he thought would inspire my next journal entry. Or just his lopsided smirk that somehow made forgiveness feel inevitable.But this time, I didn’t want grand gestures or charming apologies. I wanted honesty. I wanted answers. I needed him to face the reality of what he had done and the damage he had caused. Irrespective of the passionate kiss we shared the other night some part of me still didn't want to trust him completely I felt like I sti
The crisp evening air carried the faint scent of pine as I paced nervously in my small living room. Tonight was the night I would make my choice, and the weight of it pressed down on me with every passing second. I’d spent days in turmoil, analyzing every moment, every feeling, every word exchanged with both Adrian and Ethan. My heart had been pulled in two directions, and now, it was time to decide.The faint ticking of the wall clock seemed louder than ever, each second an unbearable reminder of the decision looming before me. I glanced at the coffee table where my phone sat, taunting me with its silence. The memories of the past few weeks flooded my mind—Ethan’s gentle smile, Adrian’s smoldering gaze, and the countless moments that had torn my heart apart.Finally, my phone buzzed, shattering the silence. My breath hitched as I reached for it, my hands trembling. It was a text from Ethan.Ethan: “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”His words were simple, but the weight behind them wa