Before she could respond, he grabbed her ankle under the duvet and pulled her toward him.
Staring into his eyes—black whirlpools threatening to drown her—Sara felt momentarily dazed.
Feelings aside, he was a qualified husband. Handsome, wealthy, attentive in bed. Occasionally, when his mood was right, he'd take her shopping or dining. There were moments she almost deluded herself into thinking he loved her.
But the spell shattered as quickly as it had formed.
After a brief, rough round of intimacy, they fell asleep tangled together.
In the middle of the night, thirst woke her. She reached out—
The space beside her was cold.
Sara checked the time. 4:00 AM.
Adrian was gone.
Only a set of discarded pajamas lay crumpled on the floor.
Cast aside.
Just like her.
When she went downstairs for breakfast, a WeChat message from Adrian was waiting.
He didn't hide his absence, but he wasn't exactly honest either. A few curt words explained that an unexpected issue had arisen with a company project, requiring his personal attention at the site.
*What kind of project demands the CEO's presence at a construction site at 4:00 AM?*
Sara stared at the absurd excuse.
Did he think she was a toddler?