It had been two long, restless days since that night.
Lila Harts sat in her office, her pen resting motionless against the open file before her. The documents on her desk blurred together as her thoughts drifted again to the rooftop-Tristan's voice echoing in her mind like an unwanted whisper.
> "She died because of Adrian... Sofia loved him. I loved her. And now she's gone."
The words refused to leave her. They had become a steady ache inside her chest, twisting every time she thought of Adrian's face. He had been gentle, patient, and warm in his way, but now, every time she remembered him, a faint shadow of doubt crept in.
She wanted to believe him-wanted to believe the man who once looked at her like she was his calm after a storm could never do what Tristan claimed. Yet, the way Tristan had said it... the certainty in his voice... it shook her deeply.
Lila rubbed her temples and sighed. Her office was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant chatter of staff from the corridor. Mrs. Claire Bennett had given her space, sensing that something was wrong. The movie release had gone well, the praise was still flooding in, but Lila could barely feel the joy.
Her phone buzzed on the desk. She glanced at the screen-no message from Adrian. Just unread notifications, missed calls, and work reminders she didn't have the strength to face.
Across town, Adrian Wolfe stood by the large window of his office, staring at the city skyline. His reflection on the glass looked almost foreign-tired eyes, dark circles from sleepless nights, and a mind full of questions.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about what Lila say that night , Sofia like how did she knows about her. Tristan Adrian thought.
The image of Lila walking away that night replayed over and over. The confusion in her eyes. The distance in her voice.
He clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair.
Something was wrong-he knew it. Tristan's must have say something to her, and ever since, Lila had grown quiet. She was hiding something, but not because she wanted to hurt him. He could feel it; it was more like she was protecting herself from something she didn't yet understand.
Nathan, his assistant, walked in quietly. "Sir, your schedule for today-"
"Cancel it," Adrian cut in, his voice low.
Nathan blinked. "Cancel? But you have-"
"I said cancel it," Adrian repeated, this time turning from the window. "There's somewhere I need to be."
Nathan didn't argue. He simply nodded and left. Adrian grabbed his keys and jacket, his heart pounding with determination.
If he had to clear the air himself, he would.
When Lila arrived at work that morning, she had no idea what awaited her. She tried to focus on the new proposal Claire had sent, but her thoughts were too heavy. By the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the team was wrapping up, preparing to leave for the day.
Then the murmur started.
It began from the reception area-voices, whispers, a sudden stir among the staff.
"Is that... Adrian Wolfe?" someone gasped near the elevator.
The name spread through the office like wildfire. Heads turned, conversations stopped, and the hum of the workspace fell silent.
Lila's pen froze midair. Her heartbeat quickened.
She stood abruptly, smoothing her skirt with trembling hands.
The elevator doors slid open, and there he was-Adrian Wolfe, in a sharp black suit, his expression unreadable. His presence carried a quiet authority that made everyone instinctively step aside.
He didn't look around. He didn't have to. His eyes found her immediately.
"Lila," he said softly, his tone calm but layered with something deeper-worry, maybe even fear.
Whispers rippled around the room. Some of her colleagues exchanged curious glances. Others stared, unsure whether to greet him or stay silent.
Lila took a small step back, her lips parting. "Adrian, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you," he said simply, walking toward her. His gaze never left hers. "You weren't answering my calls."
She swallowed hard. "I've been... busy."
"I noticed," he murmured, his eyes flickering briefly with hurt before settling into composure again. Then, to everyone's shock, he reached for her hand-not roughly, not to make a scene, but tenderly, protectively. "Can we talk?"
The entire office went still. Claire Bennett exchanged a look with one of the producers. It wasn't just a visit-it was something more personal. And when Adrian added softly, "Please, Mrs. Wolfe," gasps filled the room.
Lila froze.
The air felt thick, and every sound faded into silence.
Adrian realized what he'd said, but it was too late to take it back. He didn't care anymore. He was done hiding.
"Yes," he continued, his tone calm yet firm, "she's my wife. And I don't care who knows."
The shock was instant.
Everyone stared, wide-eyed, whispering among themselves. Lila's face turned pale, her pulse racing.
"Adrian..." she whispered, tugging at his sleeve. "Not here."
"Then come with me," he said quietly.
Before she could respond, another voice cut through the tension-smooth, sharp, and laced with irony.
"Well," Tristan said as he walked into the office, "I see the secrets are out now."
Lila stiffened. Adrian's eyes narrowed as he turned to face him.
Tristan smiled faintly. "Didn't expect to see you here, Wolfe."
"I could say the same," Adrian replied, his tone cold. "What are you doing here, Tristan?"
"I came to see Lila," Tristan answered easily, his gaze flicking to her. "We were just talking the other night. I didn't know she'd be busy entertaining her husband."
The jab was subtle but cutting. The room felt heavier.
Adrian's fists clenched, but he forced himself to breathe. "You've said enough. Leave."
Tristan raised a brow, almost amused. "You don't get to tell me that. You might have her ring on her finger, but that doesn't mean you understand her."
Lila stepped between them before Adrian could respond. "That's enough, both of you."
Her voice trembled slightly, but her expression was firm. "This is not the place for this conversation."
Adrian turned to her, his tone softening. "Lila, please. I didn't come here to fight. I came because you've been avoiding me."
She looked at him for a long moment-his eyes full of sincerity, his shoulders tense with restraint. Then, quietly, she said, "You should have stayed home, Adrian."
That hurt more than she realized.
He nodded slowly, lowering his gaze. "Maybe. But I can't keep pretending nothing's wrong between us."
Her chest tightened. She could feel everyone's eyes on them, but in that moment, it was just the two of them-the silence, the tension, and all the unspoken words between their hearts.
Tristan, watching them, said nothing more. For the first time, a flicker of regret crossed his features. He'd wanted to make Adrian suffer, but seeing the pain in Lila's eyes made something in him twist.
Adrian exhaled, his voice steady but quiet. "We'll talk at home. Please."
Lila didn't answer. She only nodded faintly, then walked past him, clutching her bag tightly.
Adrian watched her go, his jaw tight, emotions churning beneath his calm exterior. When she disappeared into the elevator, he finally turned away, the entire office still frozen in disbelief.
No one dared to move or speak until Adrian Wolfe left the building-his expression unreadable, his heart heavy.