CHAPTER 194

ADAM’S POV

I can't believe that Aria didn’t believe a word I said to her, despite showing her the pieces of evidence. But who is to be blamed for this? Only me. My own past mistakes and the way I treated her during our marriage have come back to haunt me. The irony is suffocating. I try to shake off the frustration, but it lingers like a dark cloud over my thoughts.

When George invites me to the bar for a drink, I don’t refuse him. I need to clear my mind, to find some semblance of normalcy in the chaos. The bar is dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter.

It’s a familiar, almost comforting scene. I lose myself in the rhythm of clinking glasses and idle chatter, hoping to drown out the turmoil within. The warmth of the setting and the steady flow of conversation offer a brief respite from my overwhelming thoughts.

“So, how are things from your end?”

George asks me about the latest events in my life, carefully avoiding any mention of Aria