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He was the one who initiated the divorce. No matter how hard Eva tried to hold on, it was all in vain. She looked at Adrian’s handsome face, her lips parted, and, with a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “These two years… thank you.”
Adrian’s gaze darkened for a moment. He paused, then tugged at the corner of his mouth, offering a humorless smile. “Nonsense.”
Eva turned her head, stunned. Nonsense? After the divorce, she wouldn’t have another chance to say these words. She had never imagined that the end would feel so hollow, so final.
The next morning, Eva awoke to a mild headache and a sense of heaviness that settled over her body. The remnants of her cold were still there. She fumbled through her drawer for medicine, and as she poured herself a glass of warm water, the reality of her situation hit her. She quickly swallowed the pill—but then, something stopped her.
Her face turned pale, and she rushed to the bathroom, spitting out the medicine, her stomach churning with a deep unease. She leaned over the sink, splashing water on her face as she tried to steady her breath.
“What’s wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? Are you feeling unwell?” Adrian’s voice pierced the silence, pulling her from her thoughts. He stood at the bathroom door, concern lining his features.
Eva’s heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and for a moment, she froze. She quickly looked away, her voice barely audible. “Nothing. I just took the wrong medicine.”
She wiped her lips and left the bathroom, her movements mechanical. Adrian stood there for a moment, watching her retreating form, his brow furrowing in silent thought.
After breakfast, they left the house together, but Eva could feel the weight of her cold dragging at her. Adrian glanced at her, his expression softening, though only for a second.
“Do you want to ride in my car?” he asked, his voice calm, but there was an edge to it that Eva couldn’t place.
Eva had been caught in the rain yesterday, and the chill had seeped into her bones. She felt unwell, but before she could respond, Adrian’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable.
“Vivian,” he muttered under his breath, already moving to step away from her to answer the call.
Seeing him walk off, Eva’s chest tightened. Her mind raced with jealousy—she had seen the way Adrian’s face lit up when Vivian returned. It was clear who held his heart.
Eva took a deep breath, suppressing the pain. She turned and walked away on her own, making her way toward the garage, her footsteps heavy. Vivian. Even her name was a bitter reminder of the distance growing between them.
Five minutes later, Adrian hung up, his brow furrowed in thought. He turned around to find that Eva was gone. His eyes flickered down to his phone, where a message had just come through.
Eva: [I’m in a hurry to the office, so I left first.]
He stared at the text, his chest tightening, a wave of frustration rising within him. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing her leave like that—so quickly, so purposefully—felt like a blow to his chest.
By the time Eva arrived at the office, she was exhausted. Her head throbbed, her body sore, and the constant swirl of thoughts only made everything worse. She collapsed into her office chair and laid her head down on the desk.
Her thoughts drifted to the pregnancy report she had hidden away. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Adrian would embrace this child. But now, with Vivian back in the picture, those hopes had evaporated. Adrian’s feelings for Vivian were as strong as ever, and Eva couldn’t bring herself to believe that he would accept her pregnancy.
If he found out, he would probably want her to terminate the pregnancy. To rid himself of the reminder of their failed marriage.
The thought of it was unbearable. If I bring this child into the world, it will only suffer the same fate as our marriage.
“Eva.” A soft voice interrupted her thoughts.
Eva blinked, and when she looked up, Jenny Hall, her assistant, was standing by her desk, her expression filled with concern.
Eva forced a smile, sitting up. “Good morning. You’re here early.”
But Jenny didn’t return her smile. She stepped closer, her eyes scanning Eva’s face. “Eva, you don’t look well. Are you feeling okay?”
Eva’s heart gave a small lurch. She quickly shook her head. “Nothing. Just… a poor sleep last night.”
Jenny was not convinced. “You should go to the hospital. You really don’t look well.”
“Really, I’m fine. Let’s get to work,” Eva said, trying to push the discomfort aside.
But Jenny wasn’t ready to let it go. She poured Eva a cup of hot water and handed it to her. “Drink some hot water, at least. It’ll help.”
Eva felt a flicker of gratitude, taking a few sips. As the warmth spread through her, she felt just a little bit better.
Still, Jenny didn’t stop worrying. “Eva, let me handle today’s report. You should rest.”
“I’m fine,” Eva insisted, shaking her head. “I’ll take care of it.”
She forced herself to stand, collecting her papers and walking toward Adrian’s office.
She knocked lightly on the door before entering.
“Come in,” Adrian’s voice responded, cold and distant as always.
As she pushed open the door, her heart sank. Vivian stood inside the office, dressed in a white dress that accentuated her slender figure, her long hair cascading down her back.
Seeing her, Eva froze in place.
“Eva, you’re here,” Vivian said, her voice warm as she walked toward Eva, a bright smile on her face. Without warning, Vivian stepped forward and embraced her.
Eva stiffened in shock, her body tense. As she pulled back, her eyes met Adrian’s—he stood by the desk, his gaze dark and unreadable. She could feel the weight of his stare on her, but it wasn’t comforting.
“I’ve heard everything from Adrian. You’ve been through a lot,” Vivian said, stepping back and looking at Eva with a mixture of sympathy and something else Eva couldn’t quite place. “If you ever need help, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Eva forced a smile, the bitterness in her chest threatening to rise. “Thank you. When did you come back?”
“I arrived yesterday.”
Yesterday. That meant Adrian had gone to see her as soon as she returned. He hadn’t even waited.
Vivian, sensing Eva’s growing discomfort, asked with a smile, “By the way, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?”
Eva was about to respond when Adrian spoke coldly, his eyes scanning her face with quiet concern. “Is it because you were caught in the rain last night?”
“Rain?” Vivian asked, a little confused.
Eva sighed, about to explain, but Adrian cut her off, his tone sharp. “Why are you pushing yourself if you’re unwell? The company doesn’t need you that badly. Go home and rest.”
Eva’s heart twisted at the sudden protectiveness in his voice. He had never been like this before. Not with her. Why now?
Vivian, ever observant, glanced at Adrian with a look of confusion. She couldn’t help but wonder, Had Adrian developed feelings for Eva after all?
