Chapter 114

Adrian's jaw tightened as his thoughts spiraled into darker territories. His voice cut through the air like shards of ice. "Where's Vivian?"

Dominic arched an eyebrow, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Her new apartment. I managed to track down the address." He leaned closer with theatrical flair. "Have you seen her lately? She's practically glowing - like someone finally watered that wilting flower properly."

He snapped his fingers suddenly, eyes lighting up. "That's it! She used to be like some timid little church mouse, but now?" Dominic whistled low. "Full-blown peony in bloom. Vibrant. Dazzling. Makes you wonder what changed, doesn't it?"

Adrian's expression darkened dangerously. "Are you implying I was the one making her wilt?"

Dominic's grin vanished as he realized his misstep. Without another word, he turned sharply and led the way down the marble corridor.

The silence between them stretched for three full blocks before Dominic suddenly pivoted, blocking Adrian's path. All traces of humor had vanished from his face. "Answer me honestly, Adrian. Do you love Vivian?"

Adrian's fingers twitched at his sides. "She's my wife. I provide everything required of that position."

Dominic exhaled sharply through his nose. "Cut the corporate speak. I'm not asking about obligations or titles." He tapped his chest. "I'm asking about here. Do you feel anything for her?"

The question hung between them like an executioner's axe.

Adrian's piercing gaze locked onto Dominic, so intense it made the other man's palms dampen. That stare reminded Dominic uncomfortably of Vivian's probing questions during their last phone call.

Abruptly, Adrian looked away, his lip curling in disdain. "Perhaps you should focus on finding gainful employment rather than meddling in my marriage," he drawled, brushing past Dominic.

His voice carried down the empty street. "The marriage contract binds us. That's the only reality that matters. Love?" A derisive snort. "I give her designer clothes, a penthouse, security. Those are tangible. Emotions are fleeting."

Dominic jogged to catch up, analyzing his friend's rigid posture. "You've given Serena everything too - designer wardrobes, vacations, whatever her heart desires. Yet that's always felt more... sisterly." He risked a sideways glance. "But with Vivian? You're all fire and storms. That temper of yours betrays something deeper. Maybe you don't love her, but she gets under your skin like no other woman ever has."

Adrian's step faltered almost imperceptibly. His fingers fumbled with his platinum cufflinks. "Get to your point, Dominic."

Dominic grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. "My point is Vivian wants a divorce because she thinks you don't care. And you're standing here arguing semantics instead of telling me I'm wrong." His voice dropped. "So tell me, Adrian. Am I wrong?"