THE afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting streaks of light across the living room. Vivian stood near the couch, arms crossed, her face flushed with anger. Adrian lounged lazily on the armchair, his expression unreadable, a faint trace of irritation playing on his sharp features.
“This is insane, Adrian!” Vivian finally burst out. “Do you realize what happened last night? That woman, your mistress she came here, threatening me, threatening our baby! And where were you? Not home! Not a single call, not a text, nothing!”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a long, slow sigh.
“Oh, come on, Vivian. You really want to make this into a big drama?”
“Yes! I do!” she shouted. “This isn’t drama, Adrian. This is my life, our life! You left me completely unprotected! What if
