Chapter 59: Mr Loverman

Her mind was racing, contemplating her next move. Should she confront Adrian? Should she ignore him and pretend not to be affected?

She eventually peed.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as she was washing her hands. Her eyes gleamed with determination, her face flushed with different emotions. And pain.

She exited the restroom and made her way to a table not too far from Adrian’s.

“What would you like to order?” a waitress asked almost immediately she sat down.

“Could you please come back?” Jeanne said.

“No problem,” the waitress said and walked away.

As Jeanne struggled with her emotions, watching the scene unfold before her, she couldn’t help but wonder if this encounter would be the catalyst that brought her and Adrian back together or pushed them further apart.

Jeanne sat alone at that table in the cozy café, and her thoughts consumed her. Her gaze fixed on the scene before her, unable to look away from the sight of Adrian and the breathtakingly beautiful girl.

Envy gripped her heart like a vice, its intensity surprising even herself, as all she truly longed for was to have Adrian back in her life.

The summer trip had been a long and lonely one. She had hoped she would eventually see him.

Each day had felt like an eternity without him by her side. She missed his smile, the way his hand felt intertwined with hers, and the late night conversations they used to share.

Her heart ached with the absence of his laughter, his warmth, and the sense of completeness he had once brought into her world.

As she watched Adrian playfully interact with the enchanting girl, her emotions overwhelmed her. The burning jealousy in her chest mixed with a fierce determination.

She promised herself that she would uncover every detail about this girl who dared to occupy Adrian’s attention. She was resolute in her mission to separate them and to win Adrian back, regardless of what it took.

With deliberate intent, Adrian continued to focus on the girl beside him, playing the role of a man deeply in love. He hoped that Jeanne would see him moving on, and that the green-eyed monster of jealousy would spur her to reconsider her own feelings.

He fiddled at the line of Aria’s jeans, briefly touching her waist. Teasing her, hoping to get some form of reaction from Aria that Jeanne could see.

He pretended as though there were a speck on Aria’s face, he brushed the side of Aria’s face and then gently blew air on her.

He moved closer to her like a lovesick lover, paying so much attention to Aria. His left hand, still on her waist, caressed the small of her back lightly. His finger went into her jeans, and he pulled the back of her thong, making Aria jump in her seat.

"Adrian!" she exclaimed, feeling a sensation between her legs with the pull.

"What?" he drawled with a mischievous smile.

"Stop," she said, embarrassed even though she loved it. She gave him a gentle slap on his wrist. "You're so naughty."

Aria had no idea what was going on, but she was seriously enjoying the sweet attention she was getting from Adrian.

With every stolen glance, Jeanne scrutinized the girl’s features, trying to decipher who she was and what had drawn Adrian to her.

Jeanne was threatened, intimidated and felt overshadowed by Adrian's new girlfriend’s beauty.

The girl’s presence embodied an enchanting beauty, adding to the aura of mystery that surrounds her.

She knew she had to tread carefully, for emotions were a delicate terrain, and she would rather not make a scene in the café.

Deep within her, she nurtured the unyielding, relentless desire to reclaim what she had lost. She would not let this beautiful stranger steal Adrian away without a fight.

Jeanne steeled herself for the challenge ahead.

Her heart, battered by loneliness, was determined to do whatever it took to mend itself, even if it meant a daring quest to win back the love she couldn’t bear to lose.

As she exited the café, Jeanne's steps dragged, her heart still burdened by the weight of longing. She passed their table, her eyes meeting Adrian's momentarily. But this time, she didn't linger.

She departed with the last bit of dignity she possessed.

As Jeanne stepped out onto the streets of New York City once more, her heart wanted to burst.

She couldn't help but feel a deep pang of regret, knowing that her own infidelity had played a significant role in their painful breakup.

She walked over to where her car was parked.

She sighed as she slipped into the back seat. She told her driver she was ready to go back home.

She needed solace.

She needed comfort.

She needed Ethan.