CHAPTER 343

ARIA’S POV

When Adam comes to meet me, we sit down to have our meal together, a comforting routine that has begun to feel like the only normal part of my day. Despite everything that has happened, this simple act of sharing a meal brings a sense of calm to the storm of confusion in my mind.

As we eat, we chat about small things—how the food tastes, what the doctor said earlier, and little updates about my family. But underneath it all, I can feel a tension building, something unspoken that I need to address.

I glance at Adam, taking in the way his eyes seem to flicker between concern and something deeper, something that he’s trying to hide from me. I know he’s been under a lot of pressure, trying to keep everything together for my sake, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to his unease. Then, without fully realizing I’m going to say it, the words spill out.

“Adam, I’m sorry for that night we were drugged. I know you felt compelled to marry me afterwards… That wasn’t what y