When I saw the name Adrian Delos Santos printed clearly on the order slip, my mind instantly filled with possibilities.

Could it just be a coincidence?

No. I dismissed that thought immediately.

Same name. Same high-end jewelry store in Makati. Custom-designed rings.

There was no way this was random.

The pregnant woman in front of me noticed my hesitation and smirked.

“So now you realize you were wrong, right? If you don’t apologize, you’re not leaving here.”

“I’ve already called my husband. He’s on his way.”

My chest tightened.

If… it really was him…

What should I do?

Without thinking too much, I quietly slipped out of the store when no one was watching and walked quickly to a nearby café.

Minutes later, I saw a familiar Toyota Fortuner stop in front of the jewelry shop.

That same morning, Adrian had told me he was flying to Cebu for an urgent meeting.

But now…

He stepped out of the car and rushed toward the pregnant woman, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said softly. “Don’t be scared.”

His shirt collar was messy, like he had been in a hurry.

The woman clung to him, her eyes red.

“It’s okay… there was just someone causing trouble over the ring.”

“I said my husband was coming, and she suddenly ran off.”

Adrian’s face filled with concern as he checked on her.

“There are a lot of unstable people these days… especially targeting pregnant women. She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

She shook her head, whispered something, then rested her hand on her stomach.

Without hesitation, Adrian carried her into the car.

Before leaving, he said something to the man he had left behind—his best friend.

Then they drove away.

I waited a moment before returning.

When I approached his friend, Marco, he looked sh0cked to see me.

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