Part 3One Way

We saw each other one more time after that.

It was the night before I left the city. I had realized I'd left an important document in his study.

I called him before I went over.

The living room was empty, so I headed straight for the study. As I passed the master bedroom, I heard voices. I glanced inside and saw Adrian lying on the bed, a woman gently wiping his face.

I recognized her. Sophia. The daughter of his father's close friend. The woman his family had arranged for him to marry.

When she saw me, Sophia blushed and explained, "Clara, don't get the wrong idea. Adrian drank too much, we… nothing happened."

I nodded, not wanting to chat, and went to the study.

When I came back, the bedroom door was closed. But even so, I could clearly hear Adrian's voice, soft and intimate, cooing, "Babe~"

Even though we were broken up, a wave of bitterness washed over me. I couldn't bear to listen, so I quickened my pace.

As I reached the door, Adrian called out to me. "Don't come over anymore. Sophia will mind."

He was leaning against the bedroom door, looking lazy. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a lipstick mark on his collarbone.

My eyes lingered there for a few seconds before I nodded. "Okay."

The moment I stepped outside, I heard the sound of a vase shattering, followed by Sophia's alarmed cry, "You're bleeding!"

I didn't turn back. I walked away as fast as I could.

That was the last time we saw each other.

For three years, we had no contact. So, he had no idea I was getting married.