I collapsed onto the sofa and slept.
The next morning, a violent pounding on the door jolted me upright.
I stumbled to the entrance, heart slamming against my ribs. When I opened it, my parents stood there, faces carved with worry.
"Fiona! Did you and Adrian have a fight?"
My mother's anxious eyes shattered what remained of my composure. I threw myself into her arms, the dam breaking.
"Mom." My voice cracked against her shoulder. "I want a divorce."
My father shifted his weight, uncomfortable. "Fiona... Adrian has treated you like a princess for years. Why this sudden tantrum?"
"Yes," my mother added, stroking my hair but pulling back to study my face. "He's sacrificed so much for you. You need to have a conscience, child."
I pulled away, wiping my eyes. The cold reality washed over me like ice water.
"Dad. Mom. It's Adrian. He's changed. He's... he's with someone else. I don't want him anymore."
My father's expression hardened to stone. "Fiona, all men make mistakes! Besides, Adrian already called us. He explained everything. He and that Dr. Preston were working *for you*."