The following morning, Amelia woke up beside Adrian.
For the first time, she wasn't afraid of him.
She knew the truth.
She knew why he had found her.
And she knew why he had never stopped searching.
But there was still the contract.
Twenty days.
She found Adrian in his office.
He was holding the original agreement.
“It's almost time,” Amelia said.
He looked up.
“Yes.”
“Are you still planning to divorce me?”
His eyes lowered.
“That was the agreement.”
Amelia sat across from him.
“What if I don't want to?”
He stared at her.
“You...