Deviana’s steps halted the moment the glass doors of the restaurant swung open. Her fingers tightened around the folder she had just retrieved from her lawyer. That afternoon was supposed to be about business—contracts, signatures, and formalities.

Not about the past.

But the instant her gaze caught the figure standing across the room, her breath seized in her throat.

Adrian.

He stood tall, dressed in a simple black shirt, yet his eyes… those eyes were unchanged. The very eyes that once made her believe she was loved—and the very same that had left her with wounds no time could mend.

“Deviana…” His voice trembled, laden with a longing too raw...