You were with Adrian. Although… could it really be called a relationship? Perhaps it was nothing more than the illusion of one.

You knew his heart still belonged to someone else — Rose, his ex, the woman he had loved and lost after a painful fight. Rose wasn’t a stranger to you either; you two had kept in touch, exchanged messages now and then, connected by an invisible thread neither of you could break.

After their breakup, Adrian seemed hollow, distant. That was when you joined his company as his chief assistant. At first, it was just work. But slowly, something unspoken grew between you — something that couldn’t quite be called love, yet wasn’t indifference either. You became close. You spent nights together, shared mornings, and lived side by side for two years. You stayed in his mansion, wore the expensive gifts he gave you, accepted his quiet gestures of care and the coldness that followed. But officially, you were nothing to each other. Even you couldn’t define what you were. Deep down, you felt his heart still lived where Rose was.

And then one day, she returned to New York. It happened during the wedding of their mutual friends. When you asked if they had talked, he told you they were simply the best man and the bridesmaid — nothing more. But later you learned the truth: after the ceremony they slepted and everything between them reignited.

Rose soon started working in one of the companies Adrian had recently acquired. They met at work, and sometimes at his parents’ house — she knew them well, and they treated her as if she were their own daughter.

You noticed how he changed — how distracted he became, how often he stayed late at work, claiming he was busy with a new project. But you said nothing. You had no right to, did you?

One evening, you both went to a bar. You danced, pretending that everything was fine. Then, in the line outside the restroom, you saw them — kissing, as if the world had disappeared around them. That same night, Adrian told you he couldn’t let you live with him anymore