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Sienna snorted softly. “You look great, Theo,” she said, rising to her feet. She eyed the open collar. “This shirt actually suits you. Let me just fix this—you’re showing too much skin.”

She stepped forward and buttoned the top two buttons, smoothing the fabric as she nodded in approval. “Perfect. Wear this.”

Theo smiled, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“No problem,” she smiled.

Theo turned to leave, but then paused, glancing back. “Oh, and one more thing. I’ll be out tonight with Sara—”

“It’s fine!” she interrupted quickly, placing both hands on his shoulders and steering him toward the door. “Really, it’s okay. I’m sure you’ll be amazing tomorrow. Go do what you need to, and I’ll focus on looking pretty for you, alright?”

She shut the door behind him.

Only when she was sure he was gone did she rush back to the bed, grabbing her phone. But the screen was already black. The call had ended.

She sighed, staring down at the screen.

‘Already gave up on trying to get me back?’ she thought, shaking her head. ‘Good. I won’t have to do all the work of getting you off myself again.’

***

Across the city, Adrian hurled his phone against the wall. It shattered with a loud, blinding crash, echoing through the vast emptiness of his mansion.

His phone hit the ground in pieces, his chest rising with fury. His fingers trembled, veins tightening under his skin as he stormed toward the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Pouring it violently into a glass, he downed it in one breath. The burn seared down his throat, lighting his chest on fire.

Only then could he breathe.

He shut his eyes, water still dripping from his hair, strands sticking to his neck. But all he could see was Sienna. Her face. Her body. Her bedroom.

With Theo.

They were married. He knew that. But hearing them, in the same space, in her room, her so close to that bastard twisted his gut with rage.

His jaw flexed, breath ragged. Rage curled inside him like a beast.

His jaw clenched. He poured another glass, drinking it in one sharp motion. Then he slammed the glass down, breathing harshly.

Playing the part of the man who doesn’t care while watching her with someone else?

It was fucking killing him.

He wanted her all to himself.

She would always be his woman. Only his.

But the little patience he had was already slipping through his veins like poison, infecting every part of him with rage and desire. He hated waiting. Hated pretending.

‘Just wait it out,’ he reminded himself. ‘Let her come back to you like a good girl. She will. Just a little more time. Then, no one will ever take her away from you again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.’

Adrian ran a hand through his dark hair, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he exhaled a shaky breath. His sharp jaw ticked, the tension coiled in his chest like a storm waiting to explode.

With a cold gleam in his eyes, he strode to the bedside phone and dialed Matthew.

“Did I get an invite for the Montgomery Charity Gala tomorrow?” Adrian asked, voice low and cold.

“Yes, sir,” Matthew replied. “But I didn’t think you’d want to go. It’s not a big enough event for us. I assumed you’d be skipping it.”

“I’m attending. Make the arrangements,” Adrian said coldly. He paused. “And get me a new fucking phone. Take the broken one from my room. I want all my data transferred.”