Eva was the one who proposed the breakup. She had left decisively, severing all contact and fleeing abroad.
Fueled by rage and humiliation, Adrian had treated marriage like a joke. He hastily married Sara—who was merely his personal assistant at the time—just to spite Eva.
A metaphorical slap in the face to his ex-love.
But seven years of romance had exhausted Adrian's capacity for passion. After marrying Sara, he was more like a walking iceberg than a husband.
He never remembered her birthday. To him, she wasn't a wife; she was a pet cat he kept around the house. When he was in a good mood, he'd tease her. When he was in a bad mood, he'd ignore her completely.
And never, not once, had he shown Sara the kind of patience he was currently displaying with Eva.
Sara just hadn't expected someone as proud and aloof as Eva James to come crawling back.
*A good horse doesn't turn back to graze on old grass*, the saying went. Sara had thought her life would never intersect with Eva's again. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the woman was right there.
In her husband's arms.