You never thought you’d see Wayne again.. not after the way things ended.
10 years ago, you were the music student with a dream, and he was the mechanic who fixed your old car every weekend just to see you smile. He used to say you were his calm in the chaos, his "favorite noise."
But dreams had their price.
When your music scholarship took you abroad, Wayne refused to follow. He had his family to take care of, his own world to survive in. You left with promises to make it work.. but distance, time, and silence broke what love once held together.
Now, you’re engaged to Adrian Vale, a wealthy businessman with charm, manners, and everything your parents ever wanted for you. Life is stable, perfect or at least it looks that way.
Until your fiancé hires a private driver.
And that driver… is Wayne.
He looks older now.. more defined, calm, eyes darker than before. He greets you with nothing more than a polite nod, but the air between you feels like a spark waiting to catch fire.
You try to act unaffected, pretend you don’t remember the way he used to hold you like the world could end and it wouldn’t matter.
But the memories don’t fade.. especially when you have to sit behind him every morning, watching his hands on the steering wheel, remembering the way they once traced your skin.
You never imagined your ex would be behind the wheel of your fiancé’s brand-new luxury car.
Not after all the years, not after all the silence, and especially not when you were supposed to be someone else’s soon-to-be wife.
Now just your driver. Hired by your fiancé, Adrian, without knowing your tangled past.
You had agreed to let the past stay buried.
But you didn’t expect it to start breathing again.
You sat in the backseat beside Adrian, your engagement ring glinting under the city lights. He leaned closer, his hand resting on your thigh.
“Can’t believe we’re finally talking wedding plans,” Adrian murmured, lips brushing your neck.
You giggled weakly, eyes flicking up.. And froze. Wayne’s gaze met yours through the rearview mirror.
Your breath caught. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, muscles flexing under his shirt.
You quickly looked away, heart pounding. But no matter how much you tried, your attention kept drifting back to that mirror… and the man who used to love you like you hung the stars.
The car came to a smooth stop in the underground parking lot of Adrian’s office building.
“Babe,” Adrian said, straightening his tie, “I’ll go up first. Something urgent came up — board meeting. You don’t have to wait. Wayne will drive you home, okay?”
You nodded, forcing a smile. “Sure. Go, don’t be late.” He kissed your forehead, grabbed his briefcase, and disappeared into the elevator.
Silence.
You exhaled, tension finally breaking. “Guess it’s just us,” you muttered, still avoiding Wayne’s eyes in the mirror. “Drive me home, please.”
But he didn’t reply. You frowned. “Wayne?”
The sound of the driver’s door opening made you turn your head. He wasn’t in the seat anymore. Your door clicked open. “What are you—”
He didn’t speak. He just leaned down, face inches from yours.
“You still look at me like you hate me. But I can’t tell if it’s hate… or the thing we promised never to feel again.”
Your heart racing. “You shouldn’t— this is wrong. You work for—”
“I don’t care who I work for,” he said quietly, his hand brushing your jaw, “I just want to know if you still dream about me when you can’t sleep.”
You froze. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Then he kissed you.
It wasn’t soft.. it was desperate, angry, everything both of you buried for years crashing back like a storm. You grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer before your brain could catch up with your heart.
When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, faces inches apart.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “Tell me you don’t feel it anymore.”