Countdown to "I Do" novel Chapter 10

**Midnight Roads Unseen by George Orwell – Chapter 10**

Emerging from the haze of anesthesia, Julian found himself in a state of confusion, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was still grappling with the remnants of the surgical procedure when Adrian’s voice cut through the murkiness like a sharp blade.

“Adrian, what on earth are you rambling about? I haven’t uttered a word to Isabella! I can hardly claim to know her at all. And when did she even get engaged to someone else? You must be joking!” His words tumbled out in a rush, a mix of disbelief and frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Despite Julian’s vehement denial, Adrian’s skepticism lingered like a dark cloud overhead.

“Julian, you’re the only one who ever stands up for Isabella. It’s all becoming clear to me now. This whole breakup and engagement drama today? You two orchestrated it together, didn’t you? You just want to watch me squirm with regret, don’t you?” Adrian’s voice dripped with accusation, his tone sharp and piercing.

“I swear to you, my heart belongs to Ella. I’ve already committed to marrying Isabella; I even proposed! The only thing left is signing the certificate. What more could she possibly ask for?” Julian’s frustration flared, the tension between them palpable.

“I get it now. Is it because she’s eager to tie the knot? She’s blocked me on every platform imaginable. Please, tell her that I’m ready to officially register our marriage right this moment. That should put an end to her theatrics, right?” Adrian’s voice was strained, a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

With a deep sigh, Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to suppress the rising tide of anger.

Julian felt a surge of rage, almost laughing out of sheer exasperation. “Adrian, Isabella’s issues are not my concern. I used to feel sympathy for her, simply because I couldn’t stand watching you bully her like that.”

“Now that she’s finally opened her eyes and left you, I can’t assist you with your problems. Don’t even think about asking for my help again. You brought this upon yourself!” The finality in his voice was chilling, and as soon as he finished, the call ended abruptly with a few beeping tones.

Julian had slammed the phone down in a fit of anger, his heart racing with indignation.

Adrian stared at his phone, his expression a complex tapestry of emotions—confusion, hurt, and a tinge of guilt.

It wasn’t until Ella called his name repeatedly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, that he slowly began to emerge from his reverie.

Ella was right. Isabella loved him, and she would never truly leave him, no matter the circumstances. It was only natural for her to feel a bit upset from time to time; she was always easy to win back.

He would take the time to explain his side of the story to her later, and he had no doubt she would come to understand.

With a determined effort, Adrian pushed aside the unease that lingered in his chest and returned Ella’s kiss, their bodies entwined once more, lost in a moment of intimacy.

For the next three days, Adrian and Ella ventured out together, exploring a myriad of places. They spent their nights tangled in each other’s arms, lost in passion and desire.

Yet, as those three days slipped by, a nagging anxiety gnawed at him—he hadn’t received a single message from Isabella. Not even a simple text. In fact, she hadn’t even bothered to unblock him.