Chapter Forty-Seven
The city looked different from the penthouse, streets buzzing with life as if unaware of the storm brewing behind closed doors. Elena and Adrian had returned from their honeymoon just two days prior, hearts still wrapped in the afterglow of sunlit beaches and starlit nights. They promised themselves life would not intrude too harshly but some battles were impossible to avoid.
Adrian's office was unusually tense that morning. He sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, papers stacked neatly, yet his posture radiated unease. His phone buzzed repeatedly, each notification weighing on him. Elena, attuned to the subtle shifts in his demeanor, noticed immediately.
"You're thinking too much," she said gently, perching on the edge of his chair. Her fingers brushed his, grounding him.
"I'm not thinking too much," Adrian replied, voice calm but tight. "I'm anticipating."
Elena raised an eyebrow. "Anticipating what?"
