His first day back, Adrien yawned, still jetlagged from the trip, despite the one day of recuperation he'd insisted on before even thinking about coming within a kilometer of the office. Still, after two weddings in two different countries and only a few days of a true honeymoon, Adrien would really rather be sleeping in his new wife's arms right now.

He looked down at his wedding ring and smiled at that thought. His wife.

It'd been a year since the night he found her again, and he stayed true to his vow of never letting go. Although, if Alya's screams of joy later that morning when she found them were any indication, their friends would let them be a missed connection again either, even if he had been stupid enough to try. So after twelve years of knowing her, he finally get down on one knee and made it official. Thank god she'd said yes.

He looked down at his watch. He just had to get through this photoshoot and then he could go home. He'd planned to take the rest of the week off, but his father was on a business trip, and the new celebrity endorsement they'd snatched required at least one of the owners to make an appearance. Adrien had been promised that as soon as he shook a hand and made a few suggestions about frames, he would be free to go. He was holding Natalie to that promise.

Walking over to the craft table, he grabbed another cup of coffee and it was there that he discovered just exactly who the celebrity endorsement was. It was really his own fault. Natalie had sent him all the information, but he'd had more important things to do than study up on whatever yuppie would be wearing their new yacht-inspired brand. Looking over at the celebrity now, he was glad he hadn't. With warning, he might have talked himself out of what he did next, and he would have been denied the look on the man's face.

Adrien didn't even like thinking his name, that's how unimportant he was. After the night he and Marinette had escaped him at the club, Marinette saw him once more. About a month later, after public opinion had decidedly turned against him and he 'realized' the error of his ways, he found Marinette in a cafe with Alya. Adrien had never watched the clip of the interaction that some paparazzi had snagged because Marinette had asked him not to, but Alya assured him that Marinette made it quite clear that she felt nothing but pity for the man and wanted nothing more than to never see his face again. They'd been blessedly left alone ever since.

His movie offers had been few and far between for a while, not many willing to be associated with such a volatile personality that had hurt Paris' princess. That was another development. Marinette had become somewhat of a people's hero for a while, the video of her telling Ethan off went viral and she was applauded for standing up to an actor who thought he could take whatever he wanted without consequences. Luckily for her, she was only "Paris' princess" for a few weeks before she was able to fade back into the shadows. The actor had eventually rebuilt his career after a year hiatus 'to find himself and work through some personal flaws.' Adrien rolled his eyes at the cookie-cutter public statement, but then an actor with a pretty face was always eventually forgiven. Adrien hadn't forgiven him, he'd just forgotten about him. But... since he was here, Adrien did have something to say.

He walked over to the actor, who was picking at a croissant.

"Ethan," he called his name and the man looked up, instinctively reaching to shake Adrien's outstretched hand. "Adrien Agreste. I just wanted to thank you."

"Oh," Ethan plastered on a practiced smile that Adrien remembered well from his modeling days, although he hoped he never looked like such a douche giving it. "I'm happy to represent the line," Ethan continued, like he was doing a favor for Adrien's company and not like they were paying him well for his services.

"Oh, not that," Adrien extracted his hand from Ethan's. "I wanted to thank you for being an idiot. You remember that cheating scandal you caused for yourself last year? Of course," Adrien laughed, lightly facepalming. "Of course you remember. Well, that girl you cheated on? Remember, the one that was kind and clever and beautiful and way out of your league? Well, I married her last month." Adrien held up his hand and pointed to his ring with a smile. "So thanks," he continued, patting Ethan congenially on the shoulder. "Thanks for being an idiot and letting her go, because I know I never will."

He smiled down into Ethan's shocked expression before turning to walk out the door. Adrien saluted Natalie as he went by, and he saw a smirk on the woman's face indicating that she had in fact overheard his conversation and while officially thought it was unprofessional, personally approved.

He walked outside, smile bright on his face as he hailed a cab and took it home. To his wife. To Marinette.