Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 124

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn**
**Chapter 124: Borrowed Power**

What if, in a twist of fate, they truly finalized their divorce before she set off for her journey abroad? The thought lingered in Adriana’s mind like a dark cloud, casting shadows over her hopes for the future. Everything could shift in an instant, and she could feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.

The satisfaction of sending Mia and Rufus behind bars had been a fleeting victory, yet deep down, she understood that the Langfords and Joneses would not remain passive forever. Their silence was merely a mask for the fear they felt toward Curtis. For now, they were subdued, but Adriana knew all too well that this borrowed power she had wielded would not endure indefinitely.

Buzz. The sudden vibration of her phone jolted her from her thoughts. She initially assumed it was another call from the Lincoln family, but to her surprise, it was Curtis himself on the other end of the line.

“Did you make it to the hotel?” Curtis’s voice was warm, a comforting presence amidst her swirling emotions.

“Yeah,” Adriana replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

“I picked up a few things for you. Open the door and grab them,” he instructed gently.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Every time he spoke to her in that tender tone, her heart raced like a wild stallion. “You bought something?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Just as she stood, the doorbell chimed, echoing through the room. With a quickened heartbeat, she rushed to open it. A hotel staff member stood there, holding a grocery bag emblazoned with the logo of Cavy.

“Thank you!” Adriana exclaimed, taking the bag from the staff member’s hands and carrying it back to her bed. She couldn’t wait to see what treasures lay within. Peeking inside, she discovered an assortment of herbal drinks, several types of pads, sleep pants, and a stack of heat packs.

A wave of laughter bubbled up from her chest, surprising her. “Well…” Curtis’s voice crackled through the phone, sounding a bit sheepish. “It’s my first time buying that kind of stuff. I wasn’t really sure what to get.”

“Curtis, thank you,” she said, her voice softening, warmth radiating through her chest like sunlight breaking through clouds.

This was what it felt like to be cared for, she realized, and it stirred something deep within her—a bittersweet ache she couldn’t quite place. Curtis was simply a good man, and she knew that whoever took her place as his wife would likely receive the same kindness.

“The earliest I can return is next Wednesday,” he informed her, his tone laced with a hint of regret. Four more days felt like an eternity.

“There’s no need to rush,” she reassured him, attempting to sound strong. “I can manage things here.”

Even if Harold decided to show up, she reminded herself, this was a hotel. He had no power to force her to leave if she chose to stay put.

“Just call me if anything comes up,” he said, a note of concern threading through his voice.

“Okay,” Adriana replied, feeling that familiar warmth envelop her once more.

It was a comforting sensation—having someone to lean on during turbulent times.

Curtis fell silent for a moment, as if grappling with something he wanted to say but was hesitant to voice. Finally, he broke the silence with a half-joking tone, “Miss me yet?”

Adriana’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening around the phone. Did she miss him?

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