Bound by the Past: Entangled with My Ex-HusbandChapter 1 Playing Hard to Get
On the tenth day of her cold war with Adrian Harding, Sara Navarro finally hit her limit.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to break the ice and went to find him.
But at the entrance of the club's private VIP room, she froze.
Adrian was there. But he wasn't alone. He was currently getting hot and heavy with his ex.
To be precise, Eva James was clinging to him like a vine, refusing to let go. And Adrian? He wasn't pushing her away.
Sara couldn't hear what was being said, but Eva clearly wasn't in high spirits. She buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
Sara had known about Eva's existence long before her own wedding.
Eva and Adrian had been together for seven years. It was no exaggeration to say that Adrian had dedicated the prime of his life to her. In their circle of fame and fortune, a man with Adrian's capital usually had a wandering eye. Yet he had kept himself clean, guarding only her. That kind of devotion was a rarity.
Everyone assumed they would walk down the aisle. Unexpectedly, the relationship ended in a bleak, unresolved mess.
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.