Aria’s POVJessica sighed heavily, her confession seeming to drain the little energy she had left. “It’s been going on for several months,” she continued, hardly whispering. “I didn’t want to worry anyone, especially you, Aria. I thought I could handle it, but every time I paid him, he just came bac
Aria’s POVI paced back and forth in Jessica’s hospital room, my fingers nervously fidgeting with the necklace around my neck. It was an absentminded habit, one I had picked up during long, tense moments like these. My eyes drifted to the mirror on the wall, catching a glimpse of my reflection.It w
Aria’s POV“Wow, this is incredible!” Jessica exclaimed, standing next to me as we gazed up at the house.“I know, right?” I replied, my heart fluttering with excitement. The house was beautiful—a charming blend of modern and classic architecture, painted in soft beige with white trim. It was spacio
Aria’s POVBack in our apartment, I cherished every nook and cranny as it hit me that this could be our last day here. Jessica and I were busy packing the last remaining stuff in the house, and I was just so glad to see her back on her feet and being so cheerful and energetic too. “Do you think we’
Victor’s POV“Why not?” Aria answered with a hint of defiance. I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the pounding of my heart in my chest. Was this a sign that she still cared about me? That she might want to be a family again? I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope igniting within me.But
Aria’s POVIt was a new day, but my thoughts were anything but fresh. The moving truck had pulled up an hour ago, and we were all in full swing, carrying boxes and furniture into our new home. “I’ll wait for you. I’ll prove to you that I can be the man you and Jasmine deserve.” I kept hearing Victo
Aria’s POVVictor and I exchanged a glance, both of us momentarily caught off guard. Shane had practically vanished from our lives after the fiasco at Thorn Enterprises. We hadn’t heard from her since everything fell apart.Victor cleared his throat, his voice calm and reassuring as he responded to
Aria’s POV“Wait,” Fabian suddenly spoke up, breaking the quiet that had settled between us. “I just thought of something. I know a good psychologist—someone I met at one of my gallery exhibitions. She bought one of my paintings, and we got to talking. She specializes in working with kids.”He quick