Every Sunday, Daniel went to the same rooftop bar to forget the man he loved. He never expected that, on one particular Sunday afternoon, that man would walk through the door. Holding hands with someone else. And smiling like Daniel had never existed. It was one of those perfect Los Angeles Sundays. Warm afternoon. Palm trees moving in the breeze. Soft music floating across the rooftop. People were having brunch, drinking mimosas, taking pictures, pretending Monday didn't exist. Daniel sat alone at a corner table. He had made a ritual out of Sundays. Coffee. A little champagne. One hour of pretending he had finally moved on. Three months earlier, he had broken up with Julian. Not because they stopped loving each other. Because Julian's family never accepted them. Julian had promised he'd come back. Daniel believed him. Then Julian disappeared. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Daniel eventually stopped waiting. Or at least he told himself he had. Then he heard a familiar laugh behind him. He turned. Julian. White linen shirt. Dark sunglasses. One hand resting around another man's waist. Daniel's heart sank. Julian saw him. For a second, his smile disappeared. Then he whispered something into the man's ear. The man looked directly at Daniel. And smiled. Daniel stood. “Julian.” Julian removed his sunglasses. “Daniel.” “Is this what you've been doing?” Julian glanced at the man beside him. “This is Adrian.” Adrian extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.” Daniel didn't take it. “You knew about me?” Adrian's smile faded. “Yes.” Julian looked uncomfortable. “Daniel, please.” “No.” Daniel grabbed his jacket. “Don't ‘please’ me.” He walked toward the elevator. Then Adrian called after him. “Daniel.” He stopped. Adrian approached. “I think you deserve to know something.” Julian immediately said: “Adrian, don't.” Adrian ignored him. “Julian didn't leave you.” Daniel looked at Julian. “Then why did he disappear?” Adrian hesitated. “Because his father threatened him.” Daniel laughed bitterly. “That sounds familiar.” “He wasn't threatened with losing his inheritance.” Daniel's expression changed. “What then?” Adrian lowered his voice. “Your life.” Silence. Julian looked away. Daniel slowly turned toward him. “You let me think you stopped loving me.” Julian whispered: “I needed you alive.” Daniel's eyes filled with tears. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because if you knew, you'd come looking for me.” “And?” Julian swallowed. “And I knew you'd get yourself killed.” Before Daniel could answer, a man in a gray suit appeared beside them. “Julian.” Everyone went quiet. Julian immediately stepped back. The man's eyes moved toward Daniel. “So this is him.” Daniel felt a chill. “Who are you?” The man smiled. “Someone who has been looking for you for three months.” Adrian suddenly grabbed Daniel's arm. “Run.” They sprinted toward the stairwell. Julian followed. The rooftop erupted into confusion. People screamed. Tables overturned. A waiter dropped a tray of champagne glasses. Daniel ran down two flights. “What's happening?” Adrian shouted: “Your ex-boyfriend's family is laundering millions through shell companies.” Daniel looked at him. “And what does that have to do with me?” Julian answered from behind them. “You accidentally found the evidence.” Daniel stopped. “What?” Julian caught his breath. “The night you broke into my apartment…” Daniel remembered. He had been looking for Julian's passport. Instead, he had found a hidden laptop. He thought nothing of it. Julian continued: “You copied the files.” Daniel's face went pale. “I deleted them.” “No.” Julian shook his head. “You uploaded them.” Daniel stared at him. “I don't remember.” Adrian looked at Julian. “Because you drugged him.” Daniel's expression changed. “You WHAT?” Julian stepped forward. “I had no choice.” “You drugged me?” “I needed to make sure you forgot where the files were.” Daniel slapped him. The sound echoed through the stairwell. Julian didn't defend himself. He simply whispered: