HERS TO HATE

As Adam's words lingered in the air, a sudden tension wrapped around them, disrupting the tranquility of their late-night haven. The familiar melody of their shared silence was abruptly shattered by the intrusive ringtone of Adam's phone, its shrillness piercing through the stillness like a knife.

With furrowed brows, Adam glanced at the caller ID, his features contorting with a mixture of apprehension and frustration as he registered the name flashing on the screen: Robert. The mere sight of it cast a shadow over the peace they had cultivated, stirring up a storm of emotions within him.

Suppressing a heavy sigh, Adam silenced the call, his jaw clenched with an unspoken dread that lingered in the air like a thick fog. He knew all too well the persistent nature of Robert's advances, despite the restraining order—an unsettling reminder of the threat he posed to their fragile peace.

Beside him, Ayana watched with a mixture of concern and apprehension, her heart sinking at the mention of