Chapter 43 Thin Ice

Adrian

I don’t pace.

I don’t sulk.

I don’t wait around for anyone.

And yet—here I am.

Scrolling through the same damn email for the third time, trying not to imagine Selene and John clinking mimosas and exchanging secrets. Or worse—laughs.

The kiss from this morning replays like a slap I pretended d...

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