Adrian didn’t speak for a long time.He went to visit evelyn and sat at the edge of the rooftop, staring at the city lights below, Marcus’s words still echoing in his mind."Your father started the rebellion. He betrayed us all. And Evelyn? She was just the final piece I needed to push you over the edge."His hands were clenched so tight, his knuckles turned white.Evelyn stood behind him, quiet. Her heart was beating fast. She had heard everything Marcus said.Everything.“Say something,” she whispered.Adrian didn’t move. “I don’t know what to say.”The silence between them felt heavier than the night sky above.“I didn’t know,” Evelyn said, voice shaking. “I didn’t know he was using me. I swear.”Adrian turned slowly. His eyes were red, not from crying,he didn’t cry but from holding too much inside.“You kept secrets from me,” he said. “You disappeared. You went back to him.”“I was trying to find you!” she snapped. “I risked everything to find you! You think I wanted to be capture

Rain began to pour as if the heavens were trying to wash away the blood that was about to be spilled. Evelyn’s ears were ringing. Her hands were trembling. Her knees shaked beneath her as she stood frozen remembering Marcus’s possible lifeless body on the floor.She had pulled the trigger.How Adrian stood beside her, silent, his face unreadable.Then she suddenly thought of it ,Adrian is so injured and yet she abandoned him again ,once again she ran away when he needed her the most .“No ,i cant keep oon doing this ,im such a wicked person “she cried .”i have to find him”thenn she headed back and searched every possible place ,luckily she saw a group of people surrounding a man whos unconscious by the road side.Upon reaching there ,she saw it was Adrian ,her heart broke ,he had lost a lot of blood,”please help me ,she cried ,please ,i will pay all his bills ,help me carry him”Quickly ,he was transported to a nearby safehouse with medical facilities Two Weeks LaterThe safehouse wa

Evelyn stared out the small window of the guest room. The sun was setting behind tall walls and thicker guards. It had been two months since they moved her to this new safehouse. A place far from the capital, deep in the woods where soldiers patrolled every hour and drones buzzed above.She pressed her hand on her belly.The baby kicked softly."You're safe, little one," she whispered. "Even if I don’t feel safe."Damien had changed. He was colder now but not in a cruel way. He was quieter, more watchful. Every time he looked at her, something flickered behind his eyes fear, maybe. Or doubt.He was gaining power. After Adrian's so called death and since adrian had to remain undercover ,the people needed a new hero. Damien stepped up, making speeches, meeting with generals, shaking hands with those who once doubted him.But he never mentioned Adrian,not once.Evelyn rubbed her chest gently. Sometimes it ached in ways medicine couldn't help. She missed Adrian. Missed the way he looked

Evelyn stood frozen by the doorway, heart pounding.“Ghosts?” she said carefully. “What are you talking about?”Damien stepped in, shutting the door behind him. Hard. Loud. Final.“Don’t play dumb,” he growled. “I know you saw him.”“I see many people,” she said coolly, walking to her desk and pretending to write.“Don’t test me, Evelyn!” he slammed his fist on the desk, sending ink flying. “He’s alive! Adrian is alive!”Her fingers gripped the pen tighter. “And if he is?”Damien leaned closer, eyes wild. “Then everything I planned,everything I built is in danger. And you, dear Evelyn, will go down with him.”“I’m carrying his child,” she snapped. “Don’t forget that.”His jaw tightened. “Which is exactly why I need to act fast.”Evelyn stepped back. “What do you mean?”Damien smiled but it wasn’t kind. It was sharp and cold. “You’ll host a banquet in three nights. A peace offering. Invite the noble houses. Tell them you’re moving on. That you accept me as your future husband.”“What?

The small cabin in the woods was silent except for the crackling fire in the corner. Evelyn sat on the wooden floor, her knees pulled close to her chest. Adrian came back not long after and stood at the window, watching the forest like a hawk.Neither of them had spoken in the last ten minutes.The silence was too heavy.Too full.Too charged.Adrian finally turned and sat across from her. His face had a deep scar on the left cheek from the last attack. His eyes were tired, but they still held that fire,the one Evelyn remembered all too well.She looked at him, then away.“You’re still angry,” he said quietly.Evelyn’s throat felt tight. “No. I’m just…tired.”He laughed bitterly. “Tired of me?”“No,” she whispered, surprising both of them.Adrian’s expression changed. “Then why ?”Evelyn didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers tightened around her knees.“I thought… I thought it was the right thing. For everyone,i am still thinking damien is better”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “And was he?