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Theo was touching her. Kissing her. And she wasn’t pushing him away.

With every second, the fury built inside him, hotter and darker.

“You’re going to be mine,” Adrian growled under his breath, his chest heaving. “I’m not waiting anymore. I’ve had enough. Theo will never touch you again. You’ll be mine, Sienna. Only fucking mine!”

His fists curled tighter as he watched Theo continue to pretend like he owned her. Every second of that embrace set his blood boiling.

But then, something else caught his attention.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another figure rush out from the garden below and disappear into the street, heading toward a dark alley. A woman, small, almost hiding in the shadows. Adrian’s eyes narrowed as he focused in.

“Rosie?” he muttered, stunned.

He recognized her immediately from the photos his private investigator had sent, pictures of her with Theo.

She turned slightly, panicked, glancing back at the house. And that’s when Adrian saw that she had a bump.

She was pregnant.

His blood ran cold. His entire body went still, the shock slamming into him like a truck.

“She’s pregnant?” he whispered, disbelief flooding his voice.

And then fury returned, faster and fiercer.

“That bastard!” he roared quietly, his voice raw. “He knocked up his mistress and snuck her into the house behind Sienna’s back? While she wasn’t even home?”

Adrian’s hands balled into fists again, nails digging into his skin. His vision blurred with rage.

Theo and Sienna disappeared back into the house, walking back into the bedroom, still entangled in a heated makeout. Adrian burned, consumed by a storm of possessiveness and fury.

Moments later, Sienna’s parents left too, walking back to their car, believing everything was fine between the couple.

Adrian yanked out his phone and hit a number. It rang once.

“Sir?” Matthew answered immediately.

“I need the CCTV footage from Montgomery House for the last two hours. Right now. I want every second of it,” Adrian commanded, voice low and lethal.

“Yes, sir. Sending it to you shortly.”

Adrian stood where he was, breathing hard. Every second ticked like an explosion in his head, his mind running wild with images, Sienna and Theo in that bedroom, alone, and everything that could be happening in there.

His phone pinged. A message from Matthew.

“I’ve sent the footage to your phone, sir.”

Adrian opened the chat. His hands trembled as he clicked on the video. The screen lit up, showing Theo’s car pulling up in the driveway earlier, and then a heavily pregnant Rosie stepping out. He watched Theo help her into the house like it was normal. Like she belonged there.

All while Sienna had no idea.

“You married this fucking bastard,” Adrian muttered, staring at the screen, “and you still care about him so much that you run to him whenever he calls?”

His fists clenched around his phone.

“Theo’s not the man everyone thinks he is. And you’ve already suffered enough. I’ve hurt you too, but there will never be another damn person on this earth who’ll get to hurt you again.”

His voice dropped, dark and filled with steel.