Chapter 7
Author: sheilla
Last Updated:2025-12-05 15:20:50
THE irritation on her face was evident.
“Yes, and so?” Vivian asked, her voice edged with irritation, her face still heavy with makeup from the night before.
“I have to go,” Adrian muttered, sliding out of bed. He bent to pick up his clothes from the floor, scattered in careless heaps from their sweet, reckless sex.
She watched him, her large lips parting in disbelief.
“You are being serious right now p>
“Yes, I have to go.” He pulled his shirt over his body and began buttoning it up with frantic hands.
Vivian clutched the duvet tighter against her chest, her eyes narrowing.
“But it is late p>
“I promised my family dinner, and I have to be there.” He scrambled into his suit jacket, fumbling with the sleeves as if the urgency alone might justify him.
“That is what I’m saying. It is late already. What is the point?” Her words came sharper now, her tone biting as she tilted her chin defiantly.
“The point is—” Adrian turned to face her, his eyes dark, his jaw set. “I promised my family dinner, and I have to be there p>
The fight left her all at once, draining from her body. She sank back against the pillows, her manicured fingers pressing hard into her thighs. She could only watch as he slid into his shoes, the sharp leather creaking under his quick movements.
“Really?” Vivian whispered, her voice low, wounded. “So after everything… you are still gonna go back to her p>
Adrian froze for half a second, then straightened. His expression softened only slightly.
“It is not about her,” he said firmly. “It is about my daughter p>
Vivian sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically as if the mention of the child was a rehearsed excuse she had heard too many times.
“Goodnight,” Adrian said flatly, pushing past the tension in the air.
She lifted a hand as if to stop him.
“Really, babe… ba p>
The door closed sharply, cutting her off. Silence swallowed the room. Vivian clenched her jaw, gnashing her teeth in anger, the echo of his absence louder than any argument.
Adrian walked past the dining table, his footsteps slowing as his eyes fell on the preparations that had been laid out. The soft glow from the chandelier hung over the untouched plates, casting a melancholy shine on the silverware that had been set with care. The food, once steaming and rich with aroma, now sat cold, a silent testimony of waiting too long.
He clenched his jaw. He could imagine her sitting here earlier, glancing at the clock with hopeful eyes, pushing her hair behind her ears in that nervous way she did whenever she was uncertain. She had probably waited until her patience dried into bitterness before giving up. And what about Hazel? Oh! What has he done?
Adrian gnashed his teeth, guilt simmering low in his chest as he turned away from the sight. He loosened his tie as he made for the bedroom, the silence of the house almost suffocating.
When he pushed the door open, there she was, Amelia. Just as he expected. She was already in bed.
She lay there, her face tilted up to the ceiling, eyes wide open, unblinking. It was the kind of stare that told him she wasn’t just tired, she was thinking. And thinking too deeply.
Adrian dropped his briefcase gently by the side of the bed, almost as if any loud sound would worsen the fragile state of the room. He inhaled, then exhaled, steadying himself before he walked closer.
Kneeling beside her, he studied her face. The soft glow from the bedside lamp painted her features in a fragile light, and he could see the faint redness around her eyes. Had she been crying? Or was it just exhaustion? The thought made his chest ache.
“Amelia…” His voice was low, careful. He wanted to reach for her hand, but paused, she didn’t move. “I’m sorry. I know I should have been here. I lost track of time p>
He swallowed, the words catching in his throat.
“Work dragged me longer than I planned, and afterward… I went out with the boys. Just a drink. I didn’t mean to stay that long. I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t careful with the time, and I p>
He stopped, watching her. She blinked once, then slowly turned over. No words. Just the motion of her body rolling away from him. She backed him now, her eyes closing as though sleep was suddenly more important than his explanations.
The rejection, though subtle, hit him harder than a slap.
“Baby…” he whispered, desperate. He braces up and placed his hand gently on her arm, hoping for softness, for forgiveness. But she slowly, deliberately, removed his hand, tucking it away from her like it no longer belonged.
Adrian’s chest tightened. The silence pressed in around them, louder than any argument.
He lowered his head, resting it briefly against the edge of the bed.
“Please, Amelia… Don’t shut me out like this. I know I was wrong, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to hurt Hazel either p>
She didn’t answer.
The weight of the moment sank deeper. He could hear only her quiet breathing, steady and calm, as though she were far away, already drifting into a world where he didn’t exist.
Adrian’s mind flashed back to earlier that morning, her gentle reminder over and after breakfast, her hopeful smile when she said she was going to make something special for dinner just as Hazel had demanded. He had nodded, he had promised he would be available, already half-lost in his schedule. And now, here they were, miles apart though lying only inches away.
He wanted to pull her into his arms, to beg for the warmth he was losing. But he was afraid. Afraid she would push him away harder this time. Afraid her silence wasn’t just about tonight but about something that had been building for far too long.
The untouched food on the table. The way she didn’t even argue with him now. The quiet tears she thought he didn’t notice on other nights.
Adrian bit the inside of his cheek, guilt flooding him.
“I will make it up to you,” he whispered, though she gave no sign of hearing. “Tomorrow, I will come home early. No drinks. No boys. Just us. Please, baby p>
But her silence was impenetrable. She had folded herself into her own world, back turned, heart hidden.
Adrian finally rose, defeated. He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, listening to the hum of the night. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, mocking him with the intimacy he was being denied.
For the first time in a long while, Adrian felt the sharp pang of fear, not of losing his companies, not of missing deadlines, but of losing the woman who once waited at the door for him with laughter in her eyes.
And tonight, she hadn’t even waited at the door.
Olivia Harris
Olivia Harris is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.