Adrian’s grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white as the video played on Mia’s phone. Even on silent, the visuals were damning — Mia bent over the café table, Lucas thrusting into her from behind, her face a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. The clip was short but explicit enough to destroy them both.
“Turn it off,” Adrian said, voice dangerously low.
Mia quickly stopped the video, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m so f*****g sorry. I thought if I gave him what he wanted once, he’d delete the library photo and leave us alone. But he’s escalating. He wants me every day now.”
Adrian pulled the car into a deserted side street and killed the engine. The silence was thick, heavy with everything unsaid. He stared straight ahead for a long moment, chest rising and fa
