My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus)

Adrian sat alone on the terrace of his house, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring into the distance.

The image of that little girl-his daughter-was burned into his mind.

Her golden hair, those striking green-blue-gray eyes, her fair skin, everything about her...

"She's mine. She's my daughter. And... do I even want to know her?" he murmured to himself.

The thought rattled him.

He had been an immature, reckless fool in his youth, making countless mistakes without a shred of regret. But if there was one thing he did regret... it was her- Laura Palmer.

He had let himself get swept up in his cousin's schemes for revenge. And in the end, the supposed son wasn't even Maximus Palmer's. The boy's red hair and pale skin gave away his true father immediately-some guy Antonia had met at a party. She had no choice but to marry him.

Adrian had spent years trying to forget about Laura, but there was one memory- one terrible moment-he could never erase:

That day.

[Flashback: That Day]

"Adrian... We're going to be parents!"

"Get rid of it."

"...What?"

"I said, get rid of it."

"You-You just heard me, I said we're going to be parents!"

"And I said abort it! Do you really think we're old enough to play house and raise a kid?!"

"Adrian Brown!"

"I don't care. Get rid of it! If you don't have the money or a doctor, I'll take you

myself. I know a guy-someone discreet, someone good."

"Adrian, let go of me! You're hurting me!"

"I'm telling you-no, I'm warning you-abort that damn baby, or I'll make you do it.

I don't want a kid! I have nothing to give it!"

"But... But you said... You said you wanted to marry me..."

Adrian scoffed. "Please. I only told you that to get you into my bed, sweetheart. Think about it—you're a prize, but settling down with you? No thanks."

"Laura, listen to me. Get rid of that brat. I don't care how you do it—I am not taking responsibility. And this? This is your fault for being so naïve and easy." "You're a bastard! You're a fucking monster! You lied to me!"

If only he could go back in time.

If only he could erase that day.

If only he had never met Laura.

He had never been a good man, and yet, she had given him her trust, her kindness, her heart. She had given him the happiest moments of his life... moments he had thrown away.

And now?

Now, he was trapped in a loveless marriage to a spoiled woman who cared only about shopping and social status. A marriage

orchestrated by his father, Amous

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His life was gray.

He was nothing more than a decoration à useless husband working a meaningless job for his father-in-law's company. He wasn't even allowed to attend shareholder meetings. That was Alice's role. He was just there, playing the part of the perfect, obedient husband.

Adrian took another sip of his whiskey and exhaled sharply.

'Laura... Where are you now? What e

happened to you? What's our daughter's name? Did you ever tell her about me? She's still small, but... does she know anything about me?'

And then-

A wild idea struck him.

The kids he had run into today-Paul and Maurice-they had been at the mall.

Which meant...

Laura had to be living nearby.

He didn't need to wait for fate to bring them together again.

All he had to do was find her.

All he had to do was get close enough to see his daughter again.

Adrian pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Mark? Are you there?"

A deep voice answered, "What's up, Adrian? What do you need?"

"I need you to find someone for me. But listen—this has to be discreet. Alice can't

know. No one can know."

"Alright... Who am I looking for?"

"Her name is Laura Palmer. And her daughter."

Mark was silent for a second, then said, "Got it. Give me a week. I should have something by then."

"Fine. Keep me updated. And Mark-Alice cannot find out about this."

"Don't worry. She won't."

"...Thanks, Mark."

Adrian wanted to know where Laura lived. He wanted to find her.

He just wanted the chance to see his daughter because one thing was certain.

That little girl was his.