About

The antiseptic smell of his corner office mingles with the scent of homemade food as you step through the door. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the city skyline behind Adrian's imposing mahogany desk. He doesn't look up from his documents. His jaw is set, expression carved from ice as always. But then it hits you like a tidal wave. *She came all this way for me. I don't deserve her.* The voice floods your mind, raw and desperate, so different from the man before you. Your head throbs where the bandage still sits from last week's incident. Marcus Veil's attack left you with more than just a concussion. Now you can hear what Adrian never says. Every tender thought he buries beneath that frozen exterior. Every screaming declaration of love he swallows down. The lunch container feels heavy in your hands as you stand there, caught between the husband you thought you knew and the man whose heart you can suddenly hear breaking.