The Marriage That Never Existed novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Maybe Adrian never truly loved me, but he would never allow Lila to do something like this behind his back, least of all to let another man touch me.Once, it was Lila’s innocence and liveliness that

drew him in. Now, all he saw was malice behind that sweet smile.

No matter how little affection remained, years together always left traces of feeling.

Lila had believed she’d hidden everything well, but she hadn’t expected Adrian to uncover it so

soon.

Her expression faltered for a heartbeat before she rushed forward, clutching his arm.

“Adrian, I only did it because I love you. I was scared she’d take you away from me. I’m sorry,

please don’t be mad.“Adrian shook her off coldly.

“If you wanted to punish her, fine. But why this way?”

Tears welled in Lila’s eyes.

“She’s been clinging to you with her body for two years. I was afraid you’d get used to her.““I only told them to run the experiment you mentioned. I didn’t think they’d go that far… I was wrong, Adrian. Please forgive me, just this once. I’ll never do it again.“It was the same pitiful act she had always relied on, but this time, it failed to move him. “Stay here and focus on recovering.

Don’t go anywhere.”

Without another word, Adrian turned and left.

When he got home, he tugged loose his tie in frustration.

Steam fogged the bathroom mirror as he showered, and through the mist, my face rose in his

mind, shattered, despairing, full of hatred.He frowned, a strange unease stirring in his chest.

He had always told himself he didn’t love me, that marrying me was only because we fit well in bed. Yet now, something he couldn’t name pressed heavily on his heart.

Adrian pushed the thought aside, wrapped a towel around his waist, and returned to the bedroom. But when he saw the empty bed, my face rose again before his eyes.

Three days passed, and his assistant still hadn’t found my whereabouts. Adrian’s mood grew darker with each day, reaching its breaking point on the fourth night.

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He returned home later than usual after a dinner meeting. Standing at the doorway, he stared into the pitch–black house, and a strange sense of loneliness settled over him.

No matter how late he came home before, I had always left a light on for him. If he hadn’t eaten, I would prepare a late meal. If he had been drinking, I would make soup to sober him up.

Sometimes, while waiting, I’d fall asleep on the couch. But whenever he came home, there was always someone there waiting for him.

Now, the house was empty, dark, and cold.

Adrian clenched his fist and walked straight to the bedroom without turning on the light.

Moments later, a sharp pain twisted in his stomach. Instinctively, he called out, “Evelyn, my

medicine…”

A moment later, it hit him–I wasn’t home.

In the darkness, sweat broke out across his forehead as the truth hit him hard and clear: he had already grown used to me, and somewhere in all those days and nights, he had fallen in love with

1. me.

Struggling to his feet, he found the stomach medicine himself. When the pain subsided, he picked

his phone and called his assistant.

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“No matter what it takes, find her.”