My Ex, My Ruin.

Adrien's Pov:

The door to my study closes with a soft click, muffling Elena's voice as she makes another desperate phone call. I lean against the wood and close my eyes.

Flashback

The courthouse. Elena's white knuckles as she signed the papers. "I'm sorry," she whispered, but the words came too late.

Sorry for the miscarriage that broke us. Sorry for the months of silence and separate bedrooms. Sorry we'd failed at something we'd both wanted so desperately.

I wanted to say something but watched her walk away instead.

A knock on the study door jolts me back to the present. Sophia enters without waiting for permission, her engagement ring catching the light as she closes the door behind her.

"Darling," she says, her voice carefully controlled. "Our guests are asking about you."

I straighten, automatically falling back into the role of gracious host. "Of course. I'll be right out."

But she didn't move aside to let me pass. Instead, she studies me with those sharp blue eyes that miss nothing, the same analytical gaze that makes her such a formidable corporate lawyer.

"Who is she, really?" Sophia asks. "And don't say 'just my ex-wife' because the woman I just met looked like she'd been hit by a truck, and you looked like you'd seen a ghost."

I've always appreciated Sophia's directness. It's one of the things that drew me to her no games, no hidden meanings, no emotional landmines waiting to explode. Everything is clear, negotiable, and rational .

"Elena and I were married for two years," I said carefully. "It ended badly."

"How badly?"

The question hanged between us, and I realize this is the first real test of our relationship. Sophia and I have been together for eight months, engaged for three. We've built something solid and stable, based on mutual respect and shared goals. We both want the same things: success, partnership, a life free from the kind of destructive passion that leaves you bleeding on the floor.

"We lost a baby," I said finally. "About five months along. The doctors said it was just one of those things, that it happens more often than people think. But Elena... she blamed herself. Then she blamed me for not being able to fix it, for not being able to make the pain go away."

Sophia's expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That must have been devastating."

"It was." The words tasted like ash. "We fell apart. Started fighting about everything, money, the future, whether to try again. She wanted to keep trying, and I..." I stop, the memory of those final fights still too raw. "I couldn't go through it again. Couldn't watch her break apart every month when it didn't happen."

"So you left her?"

"She left me. She packed a bag and disappeared for three days. When she came back, she said she wanted a divorce."

It's not the whole truth, but it's true enough. I didn't tell Sophia about the things Elena screamed at me during our last fight, about how she accused me of giving up on us, of choosing my own emotional safety over fighting for our marriage. I didn't mention how right she was.

Sophia nods slowly, processing this information the way she would any complex legal brief. "And now she's here because her brother is missing."

"Miguel." The name brought back a flood of memories of the gangly teenager who'd looked up to me with such hero worship, who'd called me 'hermano' and meant it. "He's a good kid. If Elena says something's wrong, she's probably right."

"So you're going to help her."

It's not a question, and I could hear the careful neutrality in Sophia's voice. She's not forbidding me, not making ultimatums. That's not her style. But I could see the calculation in her eyes, the assessment of risk versus reward.

"I'll make a few calls," I said. "Ask around. It doesn't mean anything, Sophia."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Of course not. She's just your ex-wife who showed up at our engagement party looking like a disaster, asking for help from the man she divorced. Nothing complicated about that at all."

The sarcasm is gentle but pointed. Sophia has never been jealous it's beneath her, too messy and irrational. But she's not stupid either.

"Elena is my past," I said firmly, stepping closer and taking her hands. Her fingers were cool and steady, nothing like Elena's trembling grip on that photograph. "You're my future. Our engagement party is waiting for us."

She searched my face for a moment, then nodded. "All right. But Adrien? Whatever help you give her, make it quick and clean. I won't have our life disrupted by your ex-wife's drama."

After she left, I stood alone in my study, surrounded by the trappings of the life I've built since Elena left. Expensive books I never had the time to read, artwork chosen more for investment value than beauty, a photo of Sophia and me at some charity gala, both of us smiling perfectly, camera-ready smiles.

Safe. Controlled. Empty of the kind of raw emotion that once left me shattered on a courthouse floor.

Through the door, I could hear Elena's voice again, desperate, familiar and dangerous as hell. She's talking to someone about Miguel's last known whereabouts, her voice cracked with exhaustion and fear.

I've built this new life specifically to avoid feeling what I was feeling, the twist in my chest, the urge to drop everything and help her the way I used to. Elena was chaos, passion and beautiful destruction, and I had loved her so much it nearly killed me when it all fell apart.

Sophia is different. Sophia is safety. She'll never shatter me the way Elena did, never make me drown in emotions too big for my chest. With Sophia, I know exactly where I stood, what's expected, what the boundaries are.

But as I listen to Elena's voice through the door, that voice that used to whisper my name like a prayer, I'm terrified that all the walls I've built might not be strong enough to keep her out.

Three years ago, I let her walk away because I was too broken to fight for us. Now she's back, and every instinct I have is screaming at me to run before she destroys me all over again.

Instead, I reached for my phone and started scrolling through my contacts. Because Miguel is missing, and despite everything, I can't let Elena face this alone.

Even if helping her means risking everything I've built to protect what's left of my heart.