“Pick up, Deviana… please, don’t ignore me.”

Adrian stared at the glowing phone screen, the ringing tone echoing again and again, but no answer came. His fingers clutched the device tightly, his face etched with worry. He had called more than ten times since morning, yet Deviana refused to answer.

He stood by the edge of the hospital bed, the IV line still attached to his hand. His body wasn’t fully healed, but his mind was consumed by only one thought: Deviana.

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Across town, Deviana’s phone buzzed on the studio desk. She glanced at it briefly, Adrian’s name flashing clearly on the screen. Her heart trembled, but she quickly...