Adrian’s voice broke the silence again, and I blinked, still processing the sudden shift in conversation. “I read some of your work,” he said casually, his gaze flicking over me with a hint of curiosity.I was shocked. “What?” I asked, my mind struggling to make sense of what he just said.He nodded, eyes narrowing slightly. “I had to know what my temporary wife was doing, what kind of person she is.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “That’s very uncultured of you,” I said, shaking my head. “If you’re going to criticize me, you should save it.”Adrian raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “No, I wasn’t criticizing. I think your work is good.” He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And you’re also good at being a masseuse.”I blinked at him, confused. “What? A masseuse? How do you even know that?”He leaned back in his wheelchair, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing grin. “I can hear. I can feel, too. I could never forget how you used me as a leg
I tried to argue, but Naomi interrupted me, her voice sharp and final. "There's nothing more the doctors can do. They've tried their best," she said coldly, the finality in her words ringing through the sterile hospital room.Anger surged through me, but before I could say anything, Vivian’s gaze dropped to the ground. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and without another word, she hissed under her breath and turned, walking out of the room. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she disappeared.The room was eerily quiet once they left, and suddenly, it was just me and my father. I could hear the faint beep of the heart monitor, the only sound left in the room. His eyes were open, but his once vibrant gaze now seemed distant, clouded."Father... don't leave me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I reached out and held his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You're all I've got left. You promised you’d always be here."He gave a weak groan, and my heart sank. His grip, once so strong,
One week later, it was my father's funeral.The rain poured steadily as I stood there, barely registering the preacher's words. Friends and distant relatives milled around, offering their condolences, but their words blurred, muffled by the ache numbing me to everything around.Just then, I caught sight of Jordan whispering something to Naomi. She leaned into him, letting out an exaggerated sob as she clung to his arm. The display was sickeningly transparent, she was obviously doing that to make me feel jealous, and I clenched my fists, I had to admit, I did feel jealous. But it wasn’t about them. It was about what Naomi had—someone standing by her, even if it was twisted and superficial. Meanwhile, I had...no one. My father was gone, Adrian wanted nothing to do with me, and Vivian had been distant from the start.As if on cue, a family friend approached, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Are you holding up, dear?" she asked kindly, her face full of pity.“Not really,” I admitted
Jordan’s face went pale the moment he saw Adrian. His smug grin vanished, and his arm instinctively loosened around Naomi.Adrian’s voice broke through the murmurs, calm yet commanding. “Is there a problem here?”I couldn’t hold back the excitement in my voice. “Adrian! I… I didn’t know you’d actually make it!”He looked at me with that familiar intensity. “You’re my wife. Of course I’d be here.”I caught the look of utter disbelief on Jordan and Naomi’s faces, and I had to fight the urge to smirk. Adrian’s gaze shifted to them, his expression hardening.“No one bullies my wife,” he said, his tone dripping with warning. He glanced at Jordan and gave a slight, knowing smile. “Or have you already forgotten what happened last time you tried to disrespect me?”Jordan visibly stiffened, his face losing any last hint of bravado. He gave a quick, fearful nod, then grabbed Naomi’s arm, yanking her away without another word.Once they were gone, I turned to Adrian. “Thanks… but I had it under c
As we pulled up to the Knight estate, the entrance glowed warmly in the evening light. Adrian’s driver helped him back into his wheelchair, and I followed closely as we headed inside. Once we entered, a maid greeted us and led us to the dining room, where an impressive spread awaited us—dishes beautifully arranged on delicate plates. My stomach grumbled at the sight.We took our seats, and my eyes immediately landed on a bowl of risotto. “Oh my gosh, risotto! That’s my favorite!”Adrian gave me a soft smile. “I know.”I looked at him, stunned. “Wait—how did you know that?”He glanced away, as if it were no big deal. “I might have done a little digging. You’ve had a rough day, and I thought something familiar might cheer you up a bit.”The gesture was unexpected, and a warmth crept up my cheeks. “Thank you,” I murmured, genuinely touched.As we ate, Adrian mentioned, “Oh, by the way, I’ll be resuming work tomorrow.”“That’s great!” I said, smiling.“Yeah, finally getting back into the
Before I could even reach for it, Harper snatched up the black card from the floor, her eyes wide with disbelief as she examined it. "How on earth did you get this?" she demanded, her tone dripping with suspicion. "Only five people in the city have access to a card like this."I frowned, irritation flaring up at her audacity. She really thought she had the right to judge me? I snatched the card back, slipping it securely into my bag. "I'm holding it for a friend," I replied coolly, not bothering to explain further. "And now, if you don’t mind, I have work to attend to."I didn’t wait for her response. Wrapping an arm around Sophia, I steered us both away from Harper, who was still gaping in shock. Once we were out of earshot, Sophia let out a stifled giggle, and I couldn’t help but join in, the absurdity of Harper’s reaction giving us both a good laugh."Can you believe her face?" Sophia whispered, still snickering. "But hey, since you’re married to the Adrian Knight, you should total
Adrian looked taken aback, then let out a low chuckle. “Me? Really?” He smirked, clearly amused. “Well, that’s an ego booster.”I laughed, feeling the tension ease a little. “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head. She’s just… let’s say, a bit over the top.”“Well, if it’s that unbearable, why not just quit?” he asked, giving me a thoughtful look.I shook my head, smiling. “It’s not my job—I hate Harper, not my Job. Plus, Sophia works there too. She makes things bearable, so quitting isn’t really on my radar.”He leaned back, crossing his arms, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Still, it’s not like you need to work. The Knights are… well, let’s just say we’re pretty comfortable financially. And when this marriage ends, you’ll get a hefty severance package.”I paused, surprised by his honesty. “That’s… really thoughtful of you,” I replied softly.His words about the divorce stung a little more than I’d expected, though I tried to shake it off. I forced a small smile, saying, “Thanks, but
Adrian watched me, his gaze softening a bit. “It’s strange. You seem to care more than most people I know.”“Well,” I shrugged, slightly flustered by his intensity. “I know what it’s like to deal with entitled jerks. And you don’t deserve that kind of hassle, not from your own family.”His expression softened, and he nodded. “Thank you. Most people don’t get it.”"Well, what about your mom?" I asked, hoping to shift the mood a little. "What does she think about all of this?"Adrian's face darkened, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he seemed to weigh his words carefully. "That's... a whole different story. She has her own ideas," he muttered, almost to himself, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thought. Then, with a quick shift in his posture, he straightened up, his face regaining its usual composure. "But enough about work and family issues. I actually brought you here tonight for something important.