Chapter Twenty-Eight
The city felt different that morning..quieter, as if it, too, recognized the absence that had taken root in Adrian Blackwood's life. He had spent the night pacing his penthouse, haunted by the echo of Elena's footsteps disappearing, her words lingering like a sting he could not shake. Every corner, every room, had become a shrine to her absence, a silent accusation that even wealth and control could not protect him from what he had lost.
By dawn, he had made a decision. He would find her. Not for business. Not for appearances. Not to manipulate or control. He would find her for her, for them—because letting her go without trying to bridge the chasm between them was unthinkable.
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