Adrian leaned down, ruffling her hair with gentle affection.
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I knew that woman.
Bella Scott, the so-called princess of New York City, Adrian’s full-blooded younger sister, the one he’d spoiled all her life.
But just now, they had kissed on the mouth.
A wave of nausea rose in my throat.
I didn’t dare think too deeply about how much Adrian had kept from me.
When I turned, Adrian caught sight of me.
His expression flickered before he said something to the person in the car and walked toward me.
“Layla, was this the hospital you booked for your prenatal check-up? How did it go?”
I stared at him coldly without answering.
Looking at this man I thought I knew, I realized I had never truly known him at all.
He was the one who had pulled me back from the edge of death.
And the one who had destroyed me two years ago.
“Layla, let me explain—my relationship with her isn’t what you think.”
Adrian was quick—he instantly realized I’d seen them kiss.
If it were before, I might have listened.
But now, I wouldn’t believe a word.
“Adrian, we’re done.”
I found myself picking at my hand again, reopening wounds that had barely healed.
Adrian noticed.
He cupped my hands in his, stopping me from hurting myself.