Adrian's POV
The sexual stimulant Stella slipped into my juice hit me like a freight train. My body betrayed me with uncontrollable symptoms—profuse sweating, racing heartbeat, and an uncomfortable erection that wouldn't subside. Something felt dangerously wrong. When Stella went upstairs, I rummaged through the trash and discovered the pill packet she'd poorly hidden. Rage coursed through my veins.
But what truly wounded me was her persistent pattern of leaving. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being, yet I was exhausted by her endless games. This "I'm almost ready to forgive you, but not quite" routine was destroying me. If reconciliation wasn't in our future, I wished she'd just end things cleanly instead of prolonging my humiliation.
