Adrian stood at the far end of the opulent hall, wrapped in a tailored suit that screamed affluence. The man I once loved was now a stranger, surrounded by wealth that seemed to fit him like a second skin. Beside him was his bride—glamorous, poised, the epitome of elegance. Their hands entwined, a picture-perfect couple set against a backdrop of luxury.
As I made my way through the crowd, I felt a wave of nostalgia, the remnants of old memories brushing against my consciousness. Yet, with each step, the whispers of the past were silenced by the strength of the present. I had come far from the woman who once felt incomplete in his shadow.
Adrian’s eyes caught mine, and for a fleeting second, surprise flashed across his face. He quickly masked it with a polite smile, but the flicker was enough. It was a small victory, but it was mine.
