Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy1-100

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Adrian’s grip on her chin tightened slightly, but his gaze, though dark and intense, shifted in confusion as he processed Eva’s words. The challenge in her tone seemed to pierce through his anger, and for a brief moment, it was as though he was at a loss for how to respond.

Eva had struck a nerve. Adrian had never been fully comfortable with the idea of anyone, particularly Carter, having access to Eva in a way that felt too personal. The idea of her being affectionate with another man—especially one who knew her so well—made his chest tighten with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. But at the same time, Eva’s defiance unnerved him. Was she really daring to challenge him like this?

“Don’t try to twist this,” Adrian said, his voice growing colder, his jaw clenched. He was beginning to realize that this conversation wasn’t going to go the way he had expected. It wasn’t about Jenny, the call, or the baby anymore. It was about something deeper—something unspoken between them, an underlying tension that neither of them had addressed.

“I’m not twisting anything,” Eva retorted sharply, her eyes burning with a mix of frustration and weariness. “I’m just pointing out the hypocrisy in all this. You talk to Vivian, she visits you, and it’s fine. I speak to Carter, and suddenly I’m the one crossing some invisible line?”

Adrian’s grip on her chin relaxed, but his expression remained tense, his mind racing as he tried to digest her words. The silence between them stretched for a moment, thick with unspoken truths and old wounds.

Eva pulled her face away from his hand, the pain from his grip still lingering on her skin. “You think just because we’re stuck in this arranged situation, you can dictate how I should act? You’re not the only one who gets to make choices here, Adrian.”

The air between them crackled with unresolved tension, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Eva, now breathing steadily, looked up at him, the intensity in her eyes unwavering. She was tired—tired of hiding, tired of trying to play by Adrian’s rules.

And Adrian, standing still and silent, seemed to be weighing her words carefully. He could feel the shift in their dynamic, the distance that had always been there growing larger with each passing moment. But part of him couldn’t help but feel defensive—protective, even—over Eva, though he had no idea how to express it.

“You think this is just about the marriage?” Adrian finally said, his voice softer, though still laced with something that wasn’t entirely anger. “It’s not. I’ve never tried to control you, Eva. I just don’t want… I don’t want anyone else thinking they can take what’s mine.”

Eva shook her head, her eyes flashing with a mixture of disbelief and exhaustion. “You don’t own me, Adrian,” she whispered fiercely. “I’m not a possession, and I won’t let you treat me like one.”

The finality in her voice stung, but Adrian didn’t look away. He had wanted to argue, to call her out, to remind her of all the times she had stayed by his side despite their situation. But instead, he was left standing there, confronted with the realization that something had shifted between them.

“I’m not your enemy, Eva,” he said, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable in its admission. “But you have to understand… what we have is complicated. It’s never been simple. It never will be. And I can’t just stand by and let things… slip away.”

Eva’s breath hitched at his words, but she steadied herself, lifting her chin. “Then stop acting like I’m the one who’s the problem. Stop treating me like I’m some fragile thing that you need to protect from the world. I’ve been dealing with everything on my own for a long time now.”

The tension between them was palpable, their unspoken feelings swirling in the air, but neither of them was willing to back down completely.

Adrian studied her for a long moment before speaking again. “What do you want, Eva?” His voice was quieter now, more uncertain than before. “Because I’m not sure anymore. I thought I knew what I wanted, but… maybe I don’t.”

Eva’s gaze softened, though her resolve remained firm. “I want to be respected. I want the freedom to make my own choices without being judged or controlled. I want… I want to be more than just your secretary, more than just the woman in your fake marriage.”

Adrian took a step back, the words sinking in. The silence that followed was thick with realization. They were no longer just fighting over the present—they were fighting over the very foundation of their relationship.

Finally, Adrian spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to be what you need.”

Eva’s heart fluttered at his admission, but she didn’t allow herself to soften completely. She had her own battles to fight, and she couldn’t afford to let him drag her back into the same old patterns.

“I don’t have the answers either, Adrian,” she said quietly, “but I won’t settle for being a pawn in someone else’s game anymore.”

With those final words, Eva turned and walked away, leaving Adrian standing in the study, her retreating figure a symbol of all the things left unsaid, all the uncertainties between them. And as she closed the door behind her, Adrian was left to wonder if their relationship could ever be more than what it was—if it could ever evolve, or if it was too far gone.

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