He was tall, dark-haired, beautifully dressed, and so charming and kind that I wondered how such a man existed. He had an actor’s smile, the kind that landed right where it was meant to, and a voice calm enough to make me feel safe around him.
We met for coffee to “establish chemistry,” which I found ridiculous until he slid into the seat across from me and said, “Tell me exactly what outcome you want.”
I folded my arms. “I want my ex-husband to regret inviting me.”
Adrian nodded. “Do you want him humiliated, rattled, or jealous?”
I stared at him. “Is this your full-time job?”
“No,” he said. “I’m a theater actor. This is just something I do on the side for fun.”
I laughed despite myself.
Then I told him the truth. That Adam wanted me to show up alone and that he’d spent years making me feel ordinary. That I did not want him back, not even for sport, but I did want one perfect evening where he realized I had survived him beautifully.
Adrian listened without interrupting.
When I finished, he said, “So your goal isn’t revenge. It’s to make him jealous and realize that he didn’t destroy you.”
