Victor’s POVAs soon as I saw Pierre standing in Aria’s office, heat flushed through my veins. I could sense the anger rising inside of me. The urge to punch him was almost unbearable. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles whitening as I imagined breaking his nose.Pierre smiled like he owned the
Aria’s POVAs I listened to his meaningful words, I could feel my cheeks reddening and my heart beating so fast. It seemed like he wasn’t only talking about the smart perfumes. For a while, I was speechless. I cleared my throat, gathering myself. “Thank you, Victor,” I said. “This will do so much f
Victor’s POVArriving at the sprawling suburban house, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The place was impressive, as I’d heard it would be. I heard that Aria’s parents had bought it years ago, a retirement home that clearly spoke of their success and financial recovery. I parked be
Aria’s POVEveryone was quiet for a while, including Jasmine who looked confused. My heart was racing as I realized I’d just stood up for my ex-husband in front of my parents. I didn’t even understand why I did it. To my surprise, Mom suddenly forced a smile and said, “Of course, you’re welcome to
Aria’s POVI saw the shift in Victor’s expression as soon as my mother entered the kitchen. His eyes, which had been warm and relaxed, turned cold and stiff, his entire posture going rigid.Before either of us could speak, my mother turned on her heel and left the room without a word. I felt a rush
Aria’s POVVictor's face went pale, and he looked at my dad with wide, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Everhart! I didn’t mean to—”My dad held up a hand, cutting Victor off. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and controlled. Trying to defuse the situation, I took a deep breath and stepped for
Aria’s POVAs I sat alone on the veranda, Victor's words echoed in my mind: “What if we tried again, Aria? What if we could fix everything?”I cradled my mug of coffee, its warmth contrasting with the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. I hadn’t answered him. How could I? His proposal was li
Aria’s POVLate in the afternoon, I found myself lying in the bedroom that my parents said was just for me, for when I’m visiting them. The room was warmly decorated, with a soft quilt draped over the bed and family photos scattered on the nightstands. Jasmine lay beside me, nestled in a peaceful n