Adrian leaned back in his chair while his amber eyes remained fixed on Noelle as she absentmindedly drizzled syrup over her pancake.

"Stop staring and eat," Noelle said with a laugh as she caught his gaze.

Adrian smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "Can't help it. You're prettier than breakfast." Noelle rolled her eyes, but a faint blush dusted her cheeks. "Flattery will not get you another pancake."

Before Adrian could respond, his phone vibrated on the table and the screen lit up with Miles' name. Adrian let out a groan while his smile faded as he picked up the phone.

"Do you have to ruin my morning already, Miles?" Adrian grumbled, holding the phone to his ear.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Miles replied, his voice brisk. "I need you at AMN, now."

Adrian's brows furrowed. "I just got home last night. Can't it wait? I'm having breakfast with Noelle."

"It can't wait," Miles said firmly. "We just got an offer from Dela Vega Productions. It's huge, Adrian! The kind of deal people would kill for. You need to hear this in person."

Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced at Noelle who was quietly sipping her coffee but watching him with an understanding smile.

"I'm not interested, Miles," Adrian said while leaning back in his chair. "I told you I want to spend time with Noelle. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"No, we can't," Miles insisted with an unyielding tone in his voice. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Dela Vega Productions doesn't just knock on doors! They only call when they know you're the best fit. You'd be crazy to ignore this."

Adrian sighed heavily and ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked at Noelle again, silently apologizing with his eyes. But Noelle only smiled softly while nodding her head in silent encouragement.

"Fine," Adrian finally said but still a little reluctant. "I'll be there in an hour."

"Make it half," Miles quipped before hanging up.

Adrian set his phone down with a groan, rubbing his face with both hands. "That man doesn't understand the concept of personal time."

Noelle chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. "It's okay. I know how important your work is. Go on and prepare."

Adrian sighed, standing up and walked around the table to plant a kiss on the top of her head."

At least let me drive you to the bridal shop you mentioned to me last night," Adrian said, his voice soft as he stroked her hair. "You said you wanted to pick out your dress."

Noelle's lips curled into a smile as she looked up at him. "You don't have to. You're already in a rush because of Miles, and I know how much he'll nag you if you're late."

Adrian smirked, crouching down beside her chair so their eyes met. "I can handle Miles. But you? You're my priority."

Her heart softened at his words, but she still shook her head gently. "I'll be fine. Grace is meeting me there, remember? You focus on this big project. We'll have plenty of time later to argue over lace and tulle."

Adrian's amber eyes narrowed in playful protest. "You're really going to pick a dress without me? That's cruel, darling."

She chuckled, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "You're not supposed to see the dress before the wedding anyway, Mr. Blackwood. Isn't that bad luck?"

"Superstition," Adrian countered with a grin, but he sighed in surrender. "Fine. But I'm holding you to a full recap when I get back."

"Deal," she said with a laugh, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Now go before Miles calls again and yells at you."

Reluctantly, Adrian stood, grabbing his jacket and keys. He turned back to her as he reached the door. "Text me as soon as you're done, okay? And don't let Grace pressure you into picking something you don't like."

Noelle shook her head, amused by his concern. "I promise. Go on now."

With one last lingering glance, Adrian left as the sound of the door clicking shut echoed through the house. Noelle exhaled deeply while her fingers brushed against her lips where his kiss lingered, before finishing her coffee.

~~~~~~~~

Grace stood outside of the bridal shop while keeping her eyes on her watch. The soft clinking of her bracelets echoed faintly as she crossed her arms and tapped her heel against the pavement.

And when she spotted Noelle approaching in her usual shirt and fitted pants, Grace couldn't help but let out a light laughter. "You know, you're probably the only bride-to-be in the city who shows up to pick a wedding dress looking like she's here to run errands."

Noelle shrugged with a shy smile as she reached Grace. "What's wrong with being comfortable? I didn't know I needed to dress up to try on dresses."

Grace shook her head, still smiling as she linked her arm with Noelle's. "There's nothing wrong with it, Elle. I just... admire how grounded you are. Most women would be showing off if they were in your shoes." She gestured down to Noelle's modest sneakers. "I heard Adrian spoilt you with everything."

Noelle rolled her eyes as her smile softened. "Don't remind me. I've told him a hundred times to stop buying me things I don't need. Half the time, I feel like I have to scold him like a child."

Grace let out a laugh. "Oh, I can picture that. But you know him, he's not just an actor. He's practically a one-man empire. I swear, Adrian thinks spoiling you is his personal mission."

Noelle's steps faltered slightly and glanced at Grace. "Empire? What are you talking about?"

Grace froze for a split second as she realized her slip. But she quickly plastered on a nonchalant expression. "I just mean... you know, he's a big deal. His projects, his influence... it's a lot to handle."

Noelle frowned, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to press further. "Well, I still wish he'd tone it down. I don't need all of that to be happy. Just him."

Grace's smile softened at her friend's words. Noelle's humility and sincerity were exactly why she and Adrian adored her so much. Looping their arms together again, Grace tugged her toward the bridal shop. "Come on, let's find you the dress of your dreams before you talk yourself out of it."

But the moment they entered, Noelle ended up gasping in utter surprise. She then laughed nervously as her eyes darted around the bridal shop. The gleaming chandeliers, racks of delicate lace, and mannequins adorned in the finest silk gowns exuded luxury at every corner. Her gaze landed on a dress with intricate beading, and her jaw dropped when she spotted the price tag.

"Wow... these are beautiful... and expensive!" she exclaimed, her tone rising in mild panic. "Why would you bring me here?!"

Grace burst out laughing, shaking her head as she grabbed Noelle's arm to steady her. "Shush, woman! You're acting like you've never stepped into a fancy shop before."

"That's because I haven't!" Noelle whispered sharply, still scanning the extravagant displays as if they might swallow her whole. "I can't afford anything here! Grace, I'm just a flower shop owner. What were you thinking?"

Grace rolled her eyes dramatically, pulling Noelle toward a nearby rack of gowns. "Oh, please. Did you really think Adrian was going to let you spend a single cent of your own money on your wedding?"

Noelle froze, blinking at her. "But... it's my wedding. I'm supposed to—"

"—Supposed to what?" Grace cut her off with a pointed look. "Listen, Elle, Adrian loves you more than anything. If he had his way, he'd probably buy you the entire shop just to see you smile. You're his world, so let him spoil you a little."

Noelle sighed, running a hand through her hair as her gaze shifted back to the dresses. "I just... I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of him, you know? He already does so much. It feels... overwhelming."

Grace softened, resting a hand on Noelle's shoulder. "That's what makes you so special, Elle. You don't care about my cousin's fame or money, and he knows that. But don't forget. He does all of this because it makes him happy, not because he thinks you need it. You're not taking advantage of him, you're giving him the chance to show how much he loves you."

Noelle's lips quirked into a small, hesitant smile. "You make it sound so easy."

"That's because it is," Grace teased, nudging her gently. "Now, come on. Let's find something that'll knock Adrian's socks off on your wedding day."

The grand chandelier above glimmered as sunlight poured through the towering windows of the Blackwood estate. Mrs. Blackwood sat in her favorite high-backed chair with an untouched cup of tea on the table beside her. Her perfectly manicured fingers drummed against the armrest as she glanced at Mr. Santiago, her ever-loyal butler, who stood patiently with his hands clasped in front of him.

"What?! What do you mean my son is getting married?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp enough to echo off the marble walls. She shot up from her seat as her tea cup rattled on the saucer from the sudden movement.

"To whom?" she demanded, her piercing gaze locking on Mr. Santiago, who remained composed despite the storm brewing in the room.

Mr. Santiago cleared his throat, ever the picture of calm. "Yes, mistress. It seems that Master Adrian has long been in a relationship with a woman named Noelle McGrath, who owns a humble flower shop in the city."

Mrs. Blackwood froze mid-stride, her expression oscillating between disbelief and indignation. "A flower shop owner?" she repeated, the words dripping with disdain. She paced the room while her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. "My son, Adrian Blackwood, is marrying a... commoner? Why haven't I heard of this before? How long has this been going on?"

Mr. Santiago adjusted his glasses, his voice steady. "For some time now, ma'am. It appears Master Adrian wished to keep the relationship private."

Mrs. Blackwood scoffed, throwing her hands up. "Private? Oh, how convenient. And now, I'm finding out about this wedding—" she spat the word as though it were bitter, "—when everything's already set in motion? Why wasn't I consulted?"

Mr. Santiago gave a small bow of his head. "It seems Master Adrian wanted to spare you the... surprise until the arrangements were finalized."

"Finalized?!" she nearly shrieked, her voice climbing an octave. "How thoughtful of him," she added sarcastically, her lips pressing into a thin line.

The butler stood in respectful silence, letting her vent her frustrations.

Mrs. Blackwood stopped pacing, her expression hardening with determination. "No. This won't do. I need to meet this—" she waved her hand vaguely, "—Noelle McGrath. If my son thinks he's going to marry some flower girl without my blessing, he's sorely mistaken."

Mr. Santiago inclined his head. "Shall I arrange for a meeting, madam?"

"Yes, immediately!" she snapped, her mind already racing with plans. "I want to know everything about this woman. Her background, her intentions, her family—everything. No son of mine is going to rush into a marriage without my approval."

"Very well, mistress," Mr. Santiago replied, bowing slightly before retreating from the room to carry out her orders.

As the butler exited, Mrs. Blackwood sank back into her chair, her jaw tightening. "A flower shop owner," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "What on earth is Adrian thinking?"

~~~~~~~

Sunlight filtered through the large glass windows of Noelle's quaint flower shop as a delivery of fresh flowers sat by the door. Her apron was lightly dusted with petals and bits of greenery. Despite the work, her face was calm, her kind eyes was lighting up as she helped a customer pick out the perfect arrangement.

"This one would be lovely for an anniversary," Noelle suggested, holding up a bouquet of red and white roses with a touch of baby's breath.

The older gentleman nodded appreciatively. "You have a great eye, Miss McGrath. My wife's going to love it."

Noelle beamed at the compliment, carefully wrapping the bouquet in soft paper before tying it with a satin ribbon. "I'm sure she will. It's hard not to when it comes from someone who clearly loves her so much."

The man chuckled, handing her cash. "Thank you. You've made this old man's day."

"It's my pleasure," Noelle replied warmly, handing him the change. "Please come back anytime."

As the man left, the small bell above the door jingled, signaling the entrance of a young woman who looked to be in her twenties. Her face was bright with excitement as she hurried to the counter, carrying a photo on her phone.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could recreate this arrangement for my sister's engagement party?" the woman asked, showing Noelle the screen.

Noelle leaned over to study the picture, her fingers brushing a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Oh, that's gorgeous. Hydrangeas and peonies with a few eucalyptus sprigs. I can definitely do something like this for you."

The woman's eyes sparkled. "That's perfect! She'll love it."

As they discussed details, the bell above the door jingled again, and Noelle caught a glimpse of another customer browsing the sunflowers near the window. She excused herself briefly, walking over to assist.

"Sunflowers are such a happy choice," Noelle said with a smile, noticing the woman holding a single stem. "Are you thinking of a bouquet or just this one?"

The customer smiled back. "Just this one. It's for my niece. She loves yellow."

Noelle nodded, quickly trimming and wrapping the stem with care. "That's so thoughtful of you. I hope it brightens her day."

As the shop began to buzz with activity, Noelle felt satisfied. She loved moments like this—helping people create memories with something as simple as flowers.

Little did she know, her peaceful morning was about to be disrupted by someone who would soon turn her world upside down.

The doorbell jingled again, and Noelle instinctively called out without looking up, "I'll be with you in just a moment!"

She was carefully arranging the last stem in a cheerful bouquet when the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps approached her counter.

"No rush," a smooth, unfamiliar voice responded.

Noelle glanced up, startled, and was met with the sight of a tall, impeccably dressed man in a tailored suit. His neatly combed dark hair and sharp, assessing gaze gave him an air of authority that made her immediately stand straighter.

"Good morning," she said, forcing a polite smile despite her unease. "How can I help you?"

The man's lips curled into a faint smile, but it was more formal than warm. "You must be Noelle McGrath," he said, his tone calm but probing.

Noelle blinked, confused. "I am. And you are...?"

The man reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a sleek, embossed business card. He slid it across the counter to her with deliberate precision.

"My name is Santiago," he introduced himself with a slight nod. "I am here on behalf of my Madame."

The name didn't ring any bells for Noelle, but something about his demeanor made her stomach twist with unease. "I see..." she said hesitantly, picking up the card but still unsure. "And who is she?"

Mr. Santiago's gaze sharpened ever so slightly. "Mrs. Carol Blackwood. Mr. Adrian Blackwood's mother."

Noelle's heart skipped a beat as she froze in place, her breath catching.

Adrian's mother?

"Oh," was all she could manage for a moment. Adrian hadn't mentioned anything about his family—let alone his mother.

"I see I've caught you off guard," Santiago said, his tone neutral, though his eyes seemed to register her reaction carefully. "Mrs. Blackwood has recently learned of your engagement to her son, and she would like to meet you."

The words sent a chill down Noelle's spine. Meet her? Why now, and why through an intermediary like this?

"I wasn't aware Adrian had told his family about us," she said carefully, trying to piece together her thoughts.

Santiago gave a polite nod. "It appears the news has only recently reached Mrs. Blackwood. She is eager to make your acquaintance and extend her... welcome."

Noelle wasn't sure if she imagined the hesitation before the word "welcome," but it didn't ease her nerves. Still, she knew she had no reason to refuse. Whether she liked it or not, she needed to meet Adrian's family—a family he had never mentioned to her.

She set the business card down on the counter, her fingers still brushing its edges as if the action would somehow ground her spinning thoughts. "I understand," she said finally and took off her apron. "I'll go with you."

And so, Santiago nodded, gesturing toward the sleek black limousine parked just outside her shop. Noelle hesitated for only a moment before grabbing her bag and following him.

The door was opened for her, and she stepped inside. The plush leather interior was intimidating in itself, but her attention was immediately drawn to the woman seated elegantly at the far end. She wore a fitted black dress, her posture straight and commanding. Her features were refined, her dark hair styled neatly, and though she looked like she was in her early 50s, there was a timeless grace to her presence.

The air inside the limousine felt heavier as Santiago gently closed the door behind her and moved to the driver's seat. Within moments, the car began to glide smoothly through the city streets, leaving Noelle feeling as if she'd entered a completely different world.

Mrs. Blackwood's piercing eyes assessed her as a small, unreadable smile tugged at the older woman's lips.

"So..." Mrs. Blackwood began.

As Noelle settled into the luxurious limousine, she could feel Carol Blackwood's piercing gaze studying her with the precision of a hawk examining its prey. Noelle felt like she was on trial while her humble shirt and jeans glared out of place in the sleek, polished interior of the vehicle.

So..." she began, her voice smooth but edged with disdain. "You're the one who's captured my son's heart."

Noelle offered a polite smile, though her nerves were frayed. "Mrs. Blackwood, it's a pleasure to meet you. Adrian has spoken fondly of you."

Carol arched a brow, her lips curving into a tight, humorless smile. "Is it? I doubt he's told you much. Adrian and I don't often discuss... trivial matters."

The jab was subtle but enough to make Noelle's cheeks flush. Still, she kept her composure. "Adrian values family. He's mentioned how much he respects you."

Carol let out a small laugh, though it lacked any real warmth. "Has he? That's sweet of him. But I can't help but wonder... what exactly do you bring to the table, Miss McGrath?"

Noelle blinked, caught off guard. "I—I'm not sure I understand the question."

Carol's smile grew sharper, her gaze turning cold as she regarded Noelle. "Of course, you don't. My son is a man of extraordinary talent, wealth, and standing. And you..." Her eyes swept over Noelle's modest attire with a faint sneer. "You're a flower shop owner, is that correct?"

Noelle nodded hesitantly, her stomach twisting in knots. "Yes, I own a small flower shop. It's something I've always been passionate about."

Carol's expression hardened further, her tone cutting. "How quaint," she said with thinly veiled disdain. "Tell me, Miss McGrath, how much do you actually know about my son?"

The question caught Noelle off guard. How much? She knew his quirks, his habits, the way he liked his coffee, how his smile looked in the morning light. She thought she knew everything about him. But before she could muster an answer, Carol's voice cut through her thoughts.

"You know nothing about him," Carol snapped, her words like a slap. "Aside from the fact that he's a world-famous actor with a wealthy mother, what else could you possibly know?"

Noelle's lips parted to respond, but Carol didn't give her the chance.

"My son must have told you he worked tirelessly to get where he is today, that he built his career from scratch, that he's grateful for everything you've done for him." Carol let out a bitter laugh, her eyes darkening. "What a fairy tale. The truth is far more complicated, Miss McGrath. And I doubt you'd like it."

Noelle swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "I don't understand," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol leaned in, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "My son became a star to chase after the woman he actually loves. You're really not the one he loves, poor girl."

Noelle froze, her breath catching in her throat.

Before she could respond, the car began to slow down and Carol's words echoed in the tense silence. The door slid open, revealing a nearby restaurant's large glass windows and the very first thing she saw was Adrian sitting across a stunning blonde woman.

Bianca Monroe.

She recognized her instantly from the countless magazine covers and interviews. And before she could even process the sight, Bianca reached out, pulling Adrian by the neck into a kiss.

Noelle's breath hitched as she watched, her chest tightening with a pain she hadn't anticipated.

Carol's sharp gaze flickered to Noelle and a cruel smile played on her lips as she noted the younger woman's stunned expression. "See for yourself," she said, sounding more triumphant than ever. "That is the world my son belongs to. Not some quaint flower shop or your naive notions of love. You were never part of the plan, Miss McGrath. And you never will be."

Noelle's throat felt dry. Her heart sank as her eyes remained fixed on the scene through the restaurant's glass window. Adrian didn't pull away from Bianca's bold kiss. He didn't look startled or angry. He looked... calm, as if this was something he was used to.

The betrayal hit her like a crashing wave, stealing her breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the door handle, needing to escape the suffocating tension in the car, but Carol's cold voice stopped her.

"You should leave him now," Carol said, her tone deadly serious. "Save yourself the heartbreak. Bianca is the one who truly belongs in his world, and deep down, you know that."

Noelle turned to face her. Her expression was unreadable though her chest felt like it might explode from the pain. "I don't believe you," she said quietly, though the uncertainty in her voice betrayed her. "Adrian loves me."

Carol scoffed and leaned in. "Then why is he sitting there with her, looking perfectly at ease, as if nothing has changed? Think about that, Miss McGrath. You're not the first woman to believe she could hold his heart."

Noelle's vision blurred as tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them back and stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. The sound of the city buzzed around her, but all she could focus on was the image of Adrian and Bianca who looked so close and intimate, as if she didn't exist.

Carol's voice called after her. "You'll thank me one day for showing you the truth. Walk away now. You'll save yourself a world of pain."

Noelle didn't turn around. She closed the car door with trembling hands as she fought back the storm of emotions threatening to consume her. She stood there for a moment, staring at the pavement, willing herself to stay calm.

The ache in her chest was unbearable, like a heavy weight pressing down on her. But she refused to fall apart in the middle of the street. Instead, she took a deep breath, straightened her back, and started walking away from the restaurant, away from Adrian, and away from everything that suddenly felt so uncertain.

And yet, the image of Bianca kissing Adrian played over and over in her mind like a cruel reminder. Her stomach churned, and her hands clenched at her sides.

She thought she knew him—the man who made her laugh, who held her when she cried, who promised her forever. But now, doubt seeped into every corner of her heart. Did she truly know the man she was about to marry?

Still, a small voice deep inside her refused to give in to despair. Adrian had always been honest with her—or so she thought. If he had secrets, if there were things he hadn't told her, didn't she deserve to hear them from him?

Noelle's steps slowed as she turned a corner.

'I need to know the truth,' she thought. 'I can accept anything as long as he loves me and is honest with me.'

But when Noelle thought everything was fine, the days began to blur. Adrian would come home late and sometimes just before dawn, and slip into bed beside her stirring her from a restless, shallow sleep. The mattress would shift under his weight, and she'd catch the faintest scent of that same unfamiliar cologne that wasn't his. Her heart would twist painfully in those moments, but she would rather shut her eyes tight and feign sleep knowing that she couldn't confront the ache blooming in her chest.

Noelle let out a shaky breath. Her gaze lingered on the engagement ring on her finger. The diamond caught the faint glow of the streetlights outside. It had once been a symbol of their love, their promise to build a future together. Now, it felt like a weight, a cruel reminder of a dream that seemed further out of reach.

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself against the growing ache in her chest. How long had she been standing there on the city sidewalk, lost in her thoughts? The world moved around her with strangers rushing past, cars honking in the distance, but Noelle felt detached as though she were stuck in a bubble of despair that no one else could see.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head, mocking her own foolishness. How could she have let things get to this point? How could she still cling to hope when every sign pointed to heartbreak?

And then, as her eyes fluttered open again, the sight before her shattered her completely.

Displayed on a high rise building was a massive digital billboard. Noelle's breath caught in her throat and her legs suddenly felt too weak to hold her up. Her eyes burned as they were fixated on the image, unable to look away no matter how much she wanted to.

Bianca and Adrian.

They were on the billboard together, locked in an intimate pose that oozed chemistry and passion. Bianca's stunning features were tilted toward Adrian. Her hand rested lightly on his chest as if she belonged there. And Adrian... His amber eyes, the ones Noelle had once believed were only for her, gazed back at Bianca with a tenderness that made her stomach twist painfully.

The caption beneath the image read, "The Reunited Lovers—A Romance to Remember", a tagline for their upcoming movie where they starred as the main characters and, apparently, as the ideal couple.

Noelle's heart broke. How could she not have noticed this? How had she not seen the signs? Was this why Adrian had been so distant? Had he been playing a role offscreen as well as on?

The night suddenly felt more unforgiving as the biting cold seeped through Noelle's thin clothing, chilling her to the bone. Yet, as she arrived home, she chose to stay outside and sat on the front steps of their house, refusing to go back inside. The warmth of their home now felt like a prison, suffocating her with memories that once brought her joy but now only served to twist the knife deeper into her heart.

Noelle hugged her knees, her bare feet numb against the concrete. The wind howled, cutting across her skin like icy blades, but she didn't move. She couldn't.

Her teeth chattered as the cold seeped into her bones, but she didn't care. She deserved this, she thought bitterly. She deserved to feel the sting of the icy air, to endure the physical discomfort, because it was nothing compared to the ache in her chest.

Back then, she had felt safe and loved.

But now, all she felt was hollow.

Her mind spiraled, replaying the billboard from earlier, the image of Adrian and Bianca etched into her memory like a cruel joke. The way his hand rested on Bianca's waist, the softness in his eyes—she couldn't unsee it. The doubts, the fears, the pain of betrayal—they all consumed her, clawing at her heart until it felt like there was nothing left.

A tear slipped down her cheek, freezing almost instantly in the cold air. She wiped it away with a shaking hand, trying to keep herself from falling apart completely.

"Why, Adrian?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the wind. "Why does it feel like I'm losing you?"

The minutes stretched into hours, and still, there was no sign of him. Her body trembled violently now, the chill unbearable, but she stubbornly refused to go inside. If Adrian came home, she wanted to see him. She wanted to confront him, to demand answers, to make him explain what was happening between them.

But as the night dragged on, her resolve began to waver. Her vision blurred, her limbs felt heavy, and her breath came out in shaky puffs of white against the darkness. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.

Just as her eyelids began to droop, she heard the faint sound of a car engine in the distance. Her heart leapt, a flicker of hope sparking in her chest. She forced herself to sit up, clutching her knees tightly as the car grew closer.

It was him. Adrian's car rounded the corner and pulled into the driveway, the headlights briefly illuminating her frail figure on the steps.

The engine cut off, and Adrian stepped out, his tall frame silhouetted against the streetlights. He froze when he saw her, his amber eyes widening in alarm.

"Noelle?" His voice was sharp with concern as he rushed toward her. "What are you doing out here? You're freezing!"

She didn't answer right away, her teeth chattering too much to form words. Adrian quickly shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his hands firm but gentle as he tried to warm her.

"Noelle, talk to me," he urged, his voice softer now, laced with worry.

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes filled with tears and unspoken pain. Her lips quivered as she managed to whisper, "Where have you been, Adrian?"

Before Adrian could form and answer, Noelle's head tipped forward and collapsed into his arms.

"Noelle!" he shouted in panic. He cradled her against his chest, feeling how cold she had become. Her lips were pale, and her skin felt icy to the touch. The sight of her in such a state sent a wave of guilt crashing over him.

He wasted no time. He immediately scooped her up and carried her inside before kicking the door shut behind him.

Adrian gently laid her on the couch, quickly grabbing the blanket that was fortunately on the couch and wrapped it around her trembling body. He knelt beside her, brushing the strands of dark hair away from her face.

"Noelle," Adrian murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. He gently brushed a thumb over her pale cheek, his heart pounding in his chest. "What were you doing outside?"

Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling in delicate, uneven motions. Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, he thought she wouldn't respond. But then, her cracked lips parted.

"I... was waiting... for you..." she whispered, her voice weak, yet each word struck him like a hammer.

Her cold fingertips reached up, trembling as they lightly brushed against his cheek. Adrian flinched at the icy touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed his hand over hers, holding it there as if to warm her through sheer willpower.

"You smell... good..." she murmured with a bitter, fleeting smile that broke his heart. There was no warmth in her words, only a tinge of irony that cut deeper than any accusation ever could.

"Noelle," he began, his throat tightening, but she interrupted him.

"Carry me to the bedroom, please?" she pleaded softly, a tear slipping down her cheek, glistening in the dim light. Her voice was so quiet, so fragile, it was almost as if she were fading before his eyes.

Before Adrian could respond, Noelle's trembling arms slipped around his neck as her frail body leaned into his with the last remnants of her strength. It wasn't an embrace of love, rather, it was a silent surrender and an acknowledgment of everything she could no longer hold onto.

She was hurting.

Because in her heart, she knew Adrian was no longer hers. He hadn't been for a while, even if neither of them had dared to say it aloud.

And so, Noelle has chosen to let go.

But just this once, she would indulge in the warmth that once healed her and kept her together. Just this once, she would hold onto him as if nothing had changed. And when morning came, she would finally set herself free.

"How's the bride-to-be? Excited?" Grace asked brightly as she walked into Noelle’s house, practically bouncing with energy. "Tomorrow’s going to be the best day of your life!"

Noelle didn’t answer right away. She sat still on the couch, absently running her finger around the edge of her engagement ring. Her smile was faint and forced.

Grace dropped onto the seat next to her, oblivious. "And right after the wedding is the Stars Gala! Everyone’s going to be talking about the stunning Mrs. Blackwood!"

But Noelle’s mind was already elsewhere. Her suitcase was packed, hidden in the closet. She wasn’t going through with the wedding. But before she left, there was one thing she needed to do.

“I heard Adrian’s working on something big,” she said quietly.

Grace blinked, thrown by her flat tone. “Uh, yeah... it’s a major project. Everyone’s talking about it.”

“Can you take me there?”

Grace hesitated. Something felt off. Noelle seemed distant, detached.

“Of course,” she said finally, trying to smile. “Whatever you need.”

As they walked outside, Grace watched Noelle nervously twist her ring.

“You sure you're okay?”

Noelle glanced at her. “I’m fine.”

But she wasn’t. Grace could see it.

—

When they arrived, Grace parked and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll walk you in.”

Inside, the building buzzed with activity. Glamorous people moved everywhere. Noelle kept her eyes low, hands clasped in front of her.

They rode the elevator in silence. Grace watched her friend’s face, but Noelle’s expression was unreadable.

“You’re really quiet,” Grace said gently.

Noelle didn’t answer. Her head was spinning.

Then the elevator doors opened. Camera flashes exploded. Assistants barked instructions. The noise jolted Noelle from her thoughts.

Grace froze. Her eyes widened. “Oh God... Noelle, don’t—”

But it was too late.

Noelle saw everything.

Adrian. Shirtless. Reclined on a velvet couch.

And Bianca draped over him, her fingers on his chest, her legs tangled with his. A perfect picture of intimacy.

Noelle gave a soft, bitter laugh. She gently pulled Grace’s hands away from her face.

“It’s fine,” she said, though her voice strained. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Really. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t.

Adrian wasn’t acting. The way he looked at Bianca—it was real. Soft. Unguarded. A look Noelle thought was hers.

Grace scrambled to explain. “Noelle, I didn’t know they’d be shooting something like this—”

“It’s his job,” Noelle interrupted, her voice eerily calm. “He’s just doing his job.”

But inside, she was breaking.

Adrian had promised her once—no intimate scenes. Nothing that could hurt her. But now he held Bianca like she belonged to him. Like nothing had ever changed.

Noelle stared at her ring, twisting it with trembling fingers.

Grace’s voice was low. “Noelle…”

Noelle gave her a faint, empty smile. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

But she wasn’t. And they both knew it.

Grace finally broke the silence. “That woman... Bianca. She’s Adrian’s ex.”

Noelle didn’t react. She already knew.

Grace went on. “Adrian’s father was... dangerous. A mafia don. He ran a black market, auctioned women. Everyone feared him. Adrian grew up in that world... and for a while, he liked the power.”

She hesitated. “Then he met Bianca. They were together three years. Back then, she wasn’t famous. She was just ambitious. And Adrian? He was her golden ticket.”

“But when she learned the truth about his family, she ran. Went abroad. That’s when Adrian changed. He became an actor—to prove he could be someone better. Someone she could love again.”

Noelle said nothing. The words hit like knives.

He hadn’t changed for her. It was always for Bianca.

Grace's voice softened. “But he loves you now. I know he does.”

Noelle didn’t respond. She stared ahead, face calm but eyes hollow.

It didn’t matter anymore.

She wasn’t the love of his life. Just the one who came after.

Noelle watched Adrian adjust Bianca’s posture, their faces close, their conversation private. A dull ache settled in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral.

“Grace?” she said softly.

Grace turned to her, snapping out of her glare. “Yeah?”

“I think I left my phone in your car. Could you grab it for me?”

Grace paused, studying her. “You okay? You’re acting off.”

“I’m fine,” Noelle said with a small smile. “Just need my phone.”

Still suspicious, Grace sighed. “Alright. Stay put.” She squeezed Noelle’s shoulder and walked off.

As soon as Grace disappeared, Noelle pulled a velvet box from her purse. Her fingers shook as she opened it and removed the engagement ring. She stared at it a moment before slipping it off.

“You were never meant for me,” she whispered. She placed the ring back in the box and shut it.

Looking around, she spotted a woman with glasses and a clipboard nearby. Noelle walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”

The woman turned. “Yes?”

“I have a gift for Bianca Monroe. From Adrian Blackwood,” Noelle said, holding out the box.

The woman’s eyes widened when she saw what was inside. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “Is this the Soul ring?”

Noelle didn’t answer.

“It’s legendary,” the woman went on. “Valerie Aleeksev designed it. There’s only one. It was made to represent the giver’s soul. Adrian bought this? For Bianca?”

Noelle said nothing. The woman’s excitement made it harder to breathe.

“Oh, sorry,” the woman said quickly. “I’m Chloe Daniels, Bianca’s manager.”

Noelle nodded. Chloe took the box like it was treasure. “You must be Adrian’s assistant. Thank you—Bianca’s going to love this.”

Noelle just smiled weakly and walked away.

As she turned, she ran into Grace, who looked confused.

“Noelle? I couldn’t find your phone. Are you sure it’s in my car?”

Noelle froze for a second. “Maybe it’s in my bag,” she said quietly.

Grace narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying. What’s going on?” Her gaze shifted to the photoshoot. Adrian and Bianca were laughing now. “Noelle… what did you do?”

Noelle shook her head. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

Grace grabbed her arm gently. “Wait. Why are you—”

“I said drive me home!” Noelle snapped.

The shout silenced Grace. Noelle’s face was wet with tears. She turned and walked quickly toward the exit.

“Noelle, wait!” Grace called, heels echoing on the floor as she chased after her.

Noelle didn’t stop until she reached the car. She leaned against it, breaking down completely.

Grace caught up and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight.

“What happened?” she asked gently, brushing Noelle’s hair back.

Noelle only shook her head, her face buried in Grace’s shoulder. “Nothing,” she said between sobs.

Grace held her close. “Please talk to me.”

But Noelle stayed silent.

Eventually, Grace pulled back and cupped her face. “Okay. Let’s get you home. We’ll talk later.”

Noelle nodded. Grace helped her into the car and got behind the wheel.

As they drove off, Grace glanced at her. Noelle stared out the window, tears still falling. Grace gripped the steering wheel tighter.

This wasn’t over.

Grace had been restless all day. Noelle’s breakdown replayed in her mind like a haunting refrain. Her normally composed, graceful friend had crumbled, sobbing in a way that sounded raw—like something inside her had finally broken. Grace couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. Noelle hadn’t told her everything. Not even close.

So, as night fell and the city wrapped itself in silence, Grace parked her car a few houses down from Noelle and Adrian’s. The engine was off, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. The soft glow from the windows made the house look warm, inviting—but Grace’s gut told her otherwise. Her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with texts, but she ignored them all. Her eyes were locked on the house.

Time crawled. Grace watched every car that passed, heart skipping at each pair of headlights—only for them to continue down the street.

Adrian never came home.

That realization landed like a punch. Her pulse quickened. Was he with Bianca? The thought made her stomach turn. Still, she wasn’t ready to make accusations—not without knowing the truth. Not without seeing it herself.

The upstairs lights flicked off.

Grace leaned forward, eyes narrowing. A few minutes later, the downstairs lights followed. The house went still and silent.

And then, the front door creaked open.

Noelle stepped out.

She moved slowly, pulling a suitcase behind her. Her silhouette was bathed in moonlight, and Grace could see the slump of her shoulders, the hesitancy in every step. She was leaving.

Grace’s heart clenched. She didn’t even think—she threw her door open.

“Noelle!” she called into the night.

Noelle flinched, her hand tightening around the suitcase handle. She turned, tense—then relaxed slightly when she recognized Grace.

“Grace…” she breathed.

“What the hell is this?” Grace asked, marching toward her. “Where are you going? What are you doing?”

“I have to leave,” Noelle whispered, her eyes darting to the pavement.

“Leave? Tomorrow’s your wedding! What about Adrian? What about your life?”

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back. “Please,” she murmured. “Don’t make this harder.”

“I’m your friend, Noelle,” Grace said more gently. “Let me help. Just tell me what’s going on.”

Noelle hesitated, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. Finally, she nodded. “Okay. But not here.”

Grace led her to the car. They drove in silence, the city a blur around them. Noelle stared out the window. She didn’t cry—but her silence screamed.

They stopped at a quiet subway station, nearly deserted.

Grace turned to her. “We’re alone now. Tell me everything.”

Noelle was quiet for a moment. Then, almost too softly, she said, “Adrian was never mine.”

Grace’s brows drew together. “What do you mean?”

“At the photoshoot…” Noelle’s voice cracked. “He looked at Bianca like she was the only thing that mattered. I've never seen him look at me like that. Not once.”

“Noelle…”

“I know heartbreak,” she said, her voice steadier. “I've lived with it. Survived it. But this—this was different. It was like watching the man I love wake up and remember who he really wanted all along. And it wasn’t me.”

Grace reached for her hand, squeezing it. “I’m so sorry.”

Noelle exhaled shakily. “He barely comes home now. And when he does, it’s like I’m not even there. Like I’m just… an obligation he doesn’t know how to escape.”

Grace’s jaw clenched. “That bastard—”

“I met his mother,” Noelle said, her tone flat. “Carol. She didn’t even pretend to like me. Told me I didn’t belong in their world.”

Grace flinched. “That witch.”

“She’s right,” Noelle said, laughing bitterly. “I was the backup plan. A placeholder. Someone Adrian could settle for. Until Bianca came back.”

Grace shook her head. “No, you’re more than that.”

Noelle turned toward her, eyes glassy. “I was willing to fight for him, Grace. I wanted to believe we could make it. But then I thought… who’s fighting for me?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Not Adrian. Not anymore.”

Grace pulled her into a hug. “You’re not alone,” she said fiercely. “You hear me? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Noelle clung to her, shaking. Minutes passed before she pulled away, wiping her cheeks with trembling fingers.

Grace handed her tissues, watching her carefully. “When Adrian finds out you’re gone… he’s going to freak out.”

A faint smile flickered across Noelle’s lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t think he will.”

Grace tilted her head. “You have no idea.”

Noelle looked down at the crumpled tissue in her lap. “But if he does…” she began, then stopped.

Grace raised a brow. “If he does?”

Noelle looked out the windshield, her voice barely audible. “Then it’s already too late. Because I won’t come back for someone who didn’t notice I was gone until it hurt him.”

Grace’s throat tightened.

And she knew—Noelle wasn’t just leaving Adrian. She was choosing herself.

Finally.