I had never imagined that the always cold, restrained Adriana could be so reckless—so lost in passion.
Tears fell silently as I turned and stumbled back to the guest bedroom.
She didn’t come back the entire night.
—
The next morning, Adriana looked at me with an apologetic smile.
“Allen, I really meant to come back last night. But Mom pulled me aside to talk for hours—I just couldn’t get away.”
I didn’t expose her lie. I simply turned toward the door and waited for her.
That’s when a bucket of cold, greasy slop came crashing down over my head.
Khalil stood in front of me, still holding the empty slop bucket, grinning like the devil.
“So, Allen... how’d you like the way Adriana looked under me last night?” he taunted.
He had left the door open on purpose.
Smirking, he added, “Losing a child hurts, doesn’t it? But hey, that won’t be a problem for you anymore. Adriana can’t carry your children ever again.”
“You had the audacity to keep getting her pregnant? Trying to compete with me for the role of Lawson Group’s CEO’s husband? Keep dreaming.”