Vivian's POV:
He glanced at his watch for the third time in ten minutes, hovering near the edge of my desk with a lingering, hesitant quietness.
For two months now, Adrian had been invited every Friday evening to join a poker gathering with his colleagues from Aurora—Leo, Noah, Ryan, and Amelia. Tonight, Noah was hosting. When he was first invited weeks ago, Adrian was profoundly reluctant to leave me alone on a Friday night. It had taken considerable convincing on my part to get him to go; I reminded him gently that our contractual marriage shouldn't require him to forfeit his social life. After much internal deliberation, he had finally gone.
One Friday turned into two, and soon, it became a routine.
On one level, I was genuinely happy for him. It offered me a quiet sense of comfort
