Second Love [Completed]

5.- I am Addicted to Her

Hey to all reads in this chapter I'll write about Adrian's Feeling only it might be a bit of an emotional...

Gal Gadot as Sia Rudey you can imagine anyone you like

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Adrian's P.O.V.

I got home late tonight. I know Susan had planned an evening for us, but I got preoccupied with things I had to handle first. I hope she's not upset with me.

Unlocking the door, I step into the darkened living room. She must have gone to bed. Quietly, I make my way to my room, careful not to wake her.

I was with Sia—yes. My high school ex. She caught her boyfriend cheating today, and she was shattered. She called me in tears, her voice raw and unsteady, and I couldn't just turn away. I was the only person she knew here, the only one she could trust, so I took her to the club to take her mind off things.

At first, it was about comforting her—a familiar shoulder to lean on. But as the hours passed, the past crept in. The way she laughed at my dumb jokes, how seamlessly we fell back into old habits—it felt natural, effortless. No pressure, no demands, just us.

She moved here months ago with her boyfriend, the same guy who just wrecked her. Back then, we barely spoke beyond a few polite exchanges. But lately, we've been meeting more—coffee breaks and now this.

I haven't told Susan about her, not because I'm hiding anything... at least, that's what I tell myself. But Susan would overthink it. She wouldn't understand that Sia needs me. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want to admit that I need Sia too—not like I need Susan, but in a way I can't quite define.

With Sia, there's no push, no expectations. I don't have to explain myself. She just gets it.

But as she rested her head lightly on my shoulder, laughing at some distant memory, a weight settled in my chest. A reminder of what I was leaving behind—Susan, at home, waiting. Susan, who had planned a night for us. Susan, who loved me without hesitation.

And yet, I stayed out longer than I should have. Longer than I had any right to.

When I finally decided to leave, Sia gave me a small, sad smile and squeezed my hand. "Thanks for tonight, Adrian. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her fingers lingered just a second too long. Or maybe I let them.

As I drove home, guilt sat heavy in my bones. But not enough to make me stop.

I grab some shorts and a T-shirt, then step into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me.

I missed spending time with Susan too. I do. But I enjoy my time with Sia in a way I can't explain. It's effortless. No arguments, no expectations, just easy laughter and familiar comfort.

When I step out, toweling my hair dry, I notice a wrapped gift box on my bed—a deep blue package tied with a silver ribbon. I pick it up, my stomach twisting with unease.

To Ad,

Happy Anniversary

I unwrap it slowly. A watch. Not just any watch—the exact one I'd wanted for months. A sleek, black dial with a minimalist design, encased in brushed steel. The kind of watch that doesn't just tell time but defines presence. How did she manage this? She even earns less than I do. A soft rustling sound catches my attention, and I find an envelope tucked beneath the box. Inside is a card with delicate calligraphy:

Dear Ad,

Happy 5th Anniversary.

I know we've been distant lately, but I refuse to believe we've become one of those couples who stay together just for the sake of it. We're not broken. We're still us. And we always will be.