Adrian's POV
Last night, I drank myself into oblivion. Beyond recognition, beyond reason—completely devastated. My plan had been simple: visit Liam's house to see the babies. But fate had other ideas. When I arrived, Stella was already leaving, slipping away before I could say a single word. I watched helplessly as she got into her car and drove off, leaving me standing there like a statue, my heart breaking all over again. I couldn't bring myself to enter the house after that. Instead, I returned to my car and drove back to my hotel.
Once in my room, I followed my recent nightly ritual—drinking. Not just a glass or two to take the edge off, but glass after glass until the bottle became my closest companion. I drank until consciousness slipped away from me entirely.
