“Deviana?”

The name caught in Adrian’s throat. His eyes widened as he froze at the glass door of a warmly lit café that night. Through the window, he saw a woman he knew all too well—Deviana—sitting at a corner table with another man.

And what pierced him most: they looked far too comfortable together.

The man leaned forward with a small laugh, while Deviana answered with a smile Adrian hadn’t seen in a long time. A smile that once belonged only to him.

Adrian’s fists clenched. His whole body stiffened, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“What is this supposed to mean, Deviana…?” he whispered bitterly.

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