Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 112

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn**

**Chapter 112: She Can’t Stay**

Natasha’s fingers trembled as she retrieved the ring from its velvet-lined box, her heart racing with anticipation. She attempted to slide it onto her left ring finger, but her excitement quickly morphed into disappointment. The ring was far too snug—it simply wouldn’t fit.

A wave of realization crashed over her. This ring was not intended for her.

That thought shattered something deep within her, igniting a tempest of fury. In a fit of rage, she hurled the ring and its box across the room, watching as they clattered to the floor. She began to wreak havoc, smashing anything within reach—vases, picture frames, and anything that could bear the brunt of her anguish.

Panic clawed at her insides like a wild animal. Was that ring meant for Adriana?

The very thought sent chills down her spine. Was Matthew truly planning to marry her?

No way. He had to be out of his mind.

Her heart raced, and she grabbed her phone, dialing Danielle’s number with shaky hands. “Why was Curtis at the graduation? Didn’t Cynthia already come back?” she demanded, her voice laced with urgency.

“You really think first love means forever? You were Matthew’s first love too. Look at him now—he’s all about Adriana,” Danielle teased, her tone light yet biting.

“Shut up!” Natasha exploded, her frustration boiling over.

“Curtis didn’t go himself,” Danielle replied, her voice calm, almost dismissive. “He sent his driver and a caregiver to pick Cynthia up.”

Natasha’s anxiety spiraled further. What was it about Adriana that captivated both Matthew and Curtis so completely?

“Adriana can’t stay… She can’t…” Natasha murmured, her throat raw from the weight of her emotions.

“Curtis is losing it right now. He’s targeting my dad’s company, and I can’t go back to Haldoria. You’re on your own,” Danielle said bluntly, clearly fed up with Natasha’s melodrama.

With a surge of frustration, Natasha ended the call and kicked the coffee table with all her might.

There was no way she would allow herself to be overshadowed by some orphan. Not a chance!

—

At Curtis’ house, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Curtis gently set Adriana down on the couch, glancing at the clock as if it held the answers to his unasked questions. “Get some rest. I have things to take care of,” he instructed, his voice soft but firm.

Adriana nodded, though an uneasy feeling twisted in her chest like a coiled spring.

He’s probably going to see Cynthia.

She returned to the couch, her gaze fixated on the ring adorning her finger. She stared at it for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought.

—

She had never imagined she would wear a wedding ring, have a place to call home, or feel a sense of belonging anywhere.

Even if it wasn’t real, it felt like a dream—a beautiful fantasy she never wanted to awaken from. It was everything she had longed for her entire life, a sensation akin to finding a winning lottery ticket after living in poverty.

Buzz. Her phone vibrated, breaking her reverie.

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