14
Realizing I was awake, Adrian jolted, pulling his arms back awkwardly.
“How long have you been up?”
“Since you came in,” I replied, sitting up with a smirk.
“Adrian, are you seriously that clueless about why I’m depressed?”
I saw irritation flash in his eyes as he massaged his temples.
“Bella and I…we’re nothing, you know that. She had it rough when she went abroad, and I’ve watched out for her since she was young. It’s just…”
“Just what? Caretaking?” I scoffed, my long–suppressed rage finally breaking free.
Without hesitation, I slapped him hard, pouring years of frustration into that single hit. The sting in my palm was satisfying as I watched a red handprint bloom on his cheek. I finally let out the bitterness I’d been holding back for so long.
“Tell me, Adrian. I’ve stood by you all these years, helped you build your career, had your child – I gave you everything I had. And yet, whenever it’s between me and Bella, you always choose her, believe her, do what she wants.”
“Adrian, sometimes I wonder if your brain is even functional. One simple check on the bank account used to pay the kidnapper would’ve shown you who was really behind it all.”
I stared him down, letting the truth settle in.
“Or maybe you’re not stupid. Maybe you just don’t want to see the truth.”
“Enough!” Adrian’s voice cut through the air, his hand trembling. He practically stumbled out of the room, his face flushed as he left in a hurry.
