Second Love [Completed]

7. I love you

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Adrian's P.O.V.

I was in deep sleep when the sharp chime of the doorbell jolted me awake. Groaning, I turned over, squinting at the time on my side table—7:23 a.m.

Who the hell would be here this early?

I was about to get up when I heard the door creak open, followed by muffled sobs. My brows furrowed. Was that... Susan?

Before I could reach the living room, I heard her bedroom door slam shut. My chest tightened. Was she crying? Who had come over? Hadn't she seen my note?

A thousand questions raced through my mind. I hesitated, debating whether to knock on her door, but then my curiosity won. I had to know what was going on.

I crept closer, moving as quietly as possible, pressing my ear to the door. Lisa's voice rang through the silence, soft but urgent.

Lisa. The walking disaster of relationships. She went through heartbreaks as if they were seasonal trends, dragging Susan along for the emotional rollercoaster every single time. A privileged, reckless socialite.

From the way Lisa spoke, it was clear she was venting—another breakup, another disaster. But Susan? She wasn't saying much, just the occasional hum of acknowledgment. Even without seeing her, I knew she was just listening, offering comfort. That was who she was.

I exhaled. So, it was Lisa's drama. Again.

But still... something felt different. Lisa's sobs, Susan's silence—there was something in the air that didn't sit right.

Lisa's influence had always been dangerous. I needed to talk to Susan before she got swept into something reckless.

8:30 a.m.

They were gone.

I had been awake, waiting, expecting Susan to come out, maybe even look at me, acknowledge my apology. But she didn't.

Was she really that upset? Five years together, and she couldn't forgive me for one mistake?

I banged around in the kitchen, made enough noise to get her attention. Nothing. Frustrated, I slammed my door shut—only to hear hers open seconds later. I held my breath.

Then the front door clicked shut.

She left.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. Maybe I should just let her cool down. Maybe I was overthinking this.

Maybe.

At the office

"Adrian? You still with us?" Chem's voice cut through the meeting room, pulling me back to reality. I blinked at the screen in front of me, realizing I had no idea what had just been discussed.

I blinked at my laptop screen, realizing I had been staring at the same report for the past ten minutes.

"Yeah, all great," I lied, forcing a smirk. "You know me, always on top of things."

Chem raised an eyebrow. "Obviously. You've cracked the code to being the perfect boyfriend. What's next? Writing a self-help book?"

I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. "Yeah, something like that."

He leaned back, stretching his arms. "Man, you two are like the couple everyone secretly hates because you make relationships look effortless. So what, she finally realized you're a fraud?"