ARIA’S POVThe suggestion lingers awkwardly, but Ethan nods, his grip on my waist tightening slightly in reassurance. We move further into the room, and the conversation resumes, albeit with a noticeable edge. Lydia's eyes dart nervously between Ethan and me, the confident smirk she wore earlier now replaced with uncertainty.Ethan’s ex stands at the center of the chaotic scene, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and resentment as she scrutinizes me. Despite my calm demeanor, I can feel the tension crackling in the air. She doesn’t recognize me, only the high-end clothes that mark me as someone with means. To her, I am an outsider—an easy target. Her friends, however, know who I am. Their uneasy glances and hurried whispers betray their awareness of my identity.“Who’s this sugar mommy?”With a voice sharp as a knife, Ethan’s ex starts her tirade. Furthermore, she accuses Ethan of being a gold digger, her words dripping with disdain as she labels me a “sugar mommy.” The venom in her
ARIA’S POV“I’m happy that both of you are together.”Lydia approaches us with a strained smile, her voice dripping with forced cheerfulness. She comments on how it's a good thing Ethan and I are together now, insisting that he shouldn’t hold any resentment towards her and her circle. Her attempt at reconciliation feels insincere and overshadowed by the earlier accusations.I respond with calm composure, making it clear that I’m not here to create drama or stir up trouble.“I’m not here to cause trouble, though. Just pay back the money to Ethan and we’ll be gone.”I make it clear that I'll be leaving as soon as Lydia settles her debt with Ethan. My tone is steady, but it’s underpinned by a steely resolve that refuses to waver. Inside, I’m brimming with a mix of defiance and determination, feeling every ounce of the tension and unease in the room. The stakes are high, and I’m resolute not to back down until Lydia fulfills her end of the bargain.“I can’t believe this, Ethan, that you’l
ARIA’S POVHer command is a final, frantic attempt to shut down the confrontation, to force us out and reclaim some semblance of order. The urgency in her voice underscores her fear, and her fiancé’s growing unease suggests that their façade of perfection is crumbling. The scene is a maelstrom of emotions—anger, betrayal, and desperation—each participant caught in a web of deceit and recrimination.I seize the moment, my voice cutting through the chaos. My words are calm but firm, a clear challenge. Lydia’s eyes flash with rage, but there’s a hint of fear beneath her anger. She knows she’s cornered, and the realization is written all over her face.“Ethan isn’t finished.”I laugh coldly, my voice cutting through the heavy tension like a blade. I say, my tone icy and unyielding.I ask Lydia if she’s scared, and her eyes lock onto mine, filled with a murderous fury. But my stare is colder, unwavering. Lydia quickly looks away, her bravado crumbling under the weight of my gaze.“If you d
ARIA’S POVLydia’s fiancé’s face darkens with a mix of anger and realization. Lydia, realizing the enormity of her mistake, looks around desperately, but the damage is done. The truth, laid bare by her own admission, shatters the last remnants of her defense.The scene is a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, and desperation. Each person is trapped in the turbulent consequences of their own choices. As Lydia’s world collapses around her, the crushing weight of her actions becomes impossible to escape.Lydia quickly looks at her fiancé, her eyes wide with desperation. His face is red with fury, his jaw clenched tightly. Lydia, trying to salvage the situation and save face, throws out another barb.“You’re no less than me, then!”She says that now Ethan has found himself a “sugar mommy” as well, so who is he to judge her? Her attempt at deflection is weak, and the crowd murmurs quietly among themselves, the scandalous nature of the revelations already spreading like wildfire.“Oh dea
ARIA’S POVEthan and I walk out together, the weight of the evening's confrontation still heavy in the air behind us. As we make our way to the exit, Ethan turns to me, curiosity evident in his eyes. He asks how I knew about his true identity.“Not telling you.”I smile slightly, keeping my voice light, and tell him that I’m not going to reveal my sources. He shakes his head, a mix of amusement and concern on his face, and says that I shouldn’t have mentioned it to Lydia.I respond firmly, telling him that only by knowing the truth can Lydia truly understand what she has lost. This is the best way to make her see the consequences of her actions. She must be regretting every life decision she’s made up to this point. The satisfaction in my voice is clear; I want her to feel the sting of her choices, just as Ethan did.“Ha! Ha! We had fun back in there.”“We did!”As we approach the door, Adam suddenly appears behind us, stopping us in our tracks. His presence is intense, his eyes dark
ADAM’S POVI watch Aria leave, her silhouette disappearing into the night alongside Ethan. A wave of devastation crashes over me, and an unwelcome surge of jealousy clenches my chest. The reality of seeing her with him, so poised and confident, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I can’t shake the feeling of loss, of something precious slipping through my fingers.“Adam, please, we got to stop them.”After a while, my friend Adrian comes out, his face a mask of concern. He tells me that Lydia’s fiancé is taking her to the hospital to check on her pregnancy. There’s urgency in his voice, a plea for me to do something, to stop them. But I’m in no mood to intervene. The night’s events have drained me, leaving me feeling hollow and disinterested in anything but my own turmoil.“I’m not in the mood, Adrian. Please leave me alone.”Adrian isn’t pushy as he understands that Aria was here and my mood is always sour whenever she is around or when she leaves. I stay immobile in the corner, ponde
ADAM’S POVI sit with Stella and Neal at our usual café, the morning sun casting a warm glow over our table. The comforting hum of the city around us feels like a balm after the stormy events of yesterday. We talk about what happened, dissecting every detail with a mix of incredulity and fascination.Stella, ever the curious one, turns to me with a knowing look. She asks about me and Ethan, her eyebrows raises in anticipation. I tell her the truth—that it was all just an act, a ruse to get back at Lydia, his ex. There’s a moment of silence as she processes this, then she sighs dramatically, her tone a mix of sincerity and teasing.“Pity… He seemed like a good match for you.”I laugh, shaking my head. The idea of Ethan and me being a real couple is amusing in its improbability. Stella always has a knack for romanticizing things, seeing potential love stories where there are none. We share a knowing glance, and the conversation shifts to gossip about the aftermath of the party.Neal, ev
ARIA’S POVWhen I return to my company to do some work, the atmosphere feels tense, almost suffocating. The polished halls, usually a symbol of order and control, seem to amplify the disarray in my mind. As I walk through, I notice Lydia standing in the corner, looking disheveled and out of place. Her hair is tousled, her clothes slightly wrinkled, and her eyes carry a hint of desperation. She appears as though she has been pushed around, her usual composed demeanor nowhere to be seen.“What are you doing here?”A mixture of irritation and concern wells up inside me as I approach her. Lydia has always been someone who maintained a semblance of perfection, and seeing her like this is jarring. Her presence here, in this state, raises questions I am not sure I want to know the answers to. I ask her what she is doing here, trying to keep my voice steady, but my irritation seeps through.“E-Ethan isn’t picking my calls.”She responds, her voice shaky, saying that Ethan didn’t respond to he
ARIA’S POVLydia’s tears dry up as she slowly turns away, ready to leave the hospital room. Her steps are hesitant, burdened by the weight of everything she’s confessed, and by the knowledge that she might be walking out of Ethan’s life forever. There’s a palpable sense of finality in the way she carries herself, like someone resigned to their fate.But just as her hand reaches the door, Ethan calls out her name.“Lydia.”Everyone freezes for a moment. Lydia stops in her tracks, her back still turned, and I can see the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders as she takes in what just happened. The room is tense, filled with emotions that swirl and collide like waves in a storm, but the sound of Ethan’s voice cuts through it all.“Who told you to leave?”He tells Lydia that he wants to give their relationship another chance.The words hang in the air, a shockwave that ripples through the room. I glance at Ethan’s parents, who stiffen at the unexpected declaration, but they remain silent,
ARIA’S POVAs soon as Ethan gazes at Lydia, her face crumples, tears welling up in her eyes, most likely because she knows she is about to lose him. The weight of everything she has done, both in the past and more recently, seems to crash down on her. Her vulnerability is unmistakable, and it’s clear that she fears this might be the end of whatever she and Ethan had built together in this strange in-between space where his memory had been absent.Ethan’s expression hardens as he processes the reality of the situation. He’s upset, and it's easy to see why. For weeks, months even, his parents had believed him to be lost, possibly dead, while Lydia kept him hidden from the people who loved him most. His emotions are a swirl of confusion, betrayal, and anger as he turns to Lydia, waiting for an explanation. The air between them grows thick with unspoken accusations, the kind that don’t need words to make their impact.Lydia’s sobs grow more frantic as she tries to defend herself, her voic
ARIA’S POV“I’m not here to take Ethan from you… We’re just best friends. Nothing more.”“What?”“It was just a charade at your engagement.”All of a sudden, the nurse informs us that Ethan has woken up. My heart races as I see the reaction from everyone around me. Without wasting a second, we all rush into his room. Ethan’s eyes are open, and the first thing he does is call out to his parents.There’s a moment of palpable relief as his mother and father rush to his side, elation lighting up their faces. They hold him close, their hands trembling with emotion, and for the first time in a long while, they seem to have a piece of peace back in their lives.But what stands out most is that Ethan doesn’t even look at Lydia. Not once. Her presence, once central to his confusion, seems to fade into the background. She stands near the door, frozen, her eyes glassy with unshed tears as she watches the reunion. I don’t know whether it’s fear, regret, or sadness that’s written on her face, but
ARIA’S POV“I’m not letting you take Ethan from me.”Lydia sits next to me, vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen before. She begins speaking softly, revealing her regrets and the reasons behind her actions. She admits that her past choices were driven by greed and a hunger for wealth, and that those choices led her to hurt Ethan and her ex-fiancé. She speaks of how, after fleeing to Arizona to escape the wreckage of her old life, she found Ethan on the shore, lost and helpless. In that moment, she says, she saw not the man she had wronged but someone she could help. Someone who needed her.It’s difficult to fully believe her, but something about her story rings true. The way she talks about Ethan and her past mistakes feels raw and genuine, not the calculated coldness I once associated with her. She explains that when Ethan didn’t remember anything—not his name, not his family, not even his old life—he still remembered her.“We’re meant to be together. Else, he wouldn’t have landed her
ARIA’S POVWe’re all seated in the waiting area of the hospital, the sterile smell and bright lights only adding to the tension. Ethan’s parents, sitting across from me, glance in my direction every so often, their frowns deepening as if my mere presence is an offense.It’s not the first time I’ve seen that look on their faces, and it probably won’t be the last. But what baffles me is how they’ve chosen to forget about Lydia entirely. She’s sitting in the corner of the room, arms folded, her face pale and tight with worry. I can’t tell if she’s genuinely concerned for Ethan or if this is all just another one of her well-rehearsed acts.I lean back in my chair, trying to process it all. At least the Mitchells had realized that their son had lost his memory before I even had the chance to explain. It was painfully obvious—his reaction when he saw them, the way his body gave out from the shock.He fainted because it was too much for him. Yet, here they are, acting like I’m the villain in
ARIA’S POVLydia seems to sense that she’s outnumbered. She glares at us for a moment, then steps aside, opening the door fully. We enter the house, the air thick with tension. I glance around, spotting the packed boxes in the corner. They were planning to leave, just as I suspected.I spot Ethan standing in the living room. He’s casually scrolling through his phone, but the second he looks up and sees me, there’s a flicker of recognition in his eyes. I hold my breath, waiting for some kind of reaction. But then, his parents step in behind me, and that’s when everything changes.Ethan freezes. His phone slips out of his hand and clatters onto the floor, but his gaze is locked on his parents. I can practically see the gears turning in his mind, as if something deep inside him is suddenly being unlocked. His face goes pale, and his eyes widen in shock.And then, just as quickly as it all hits him, Ethan stumbles back, clutching his head. He takes a few shaky steps before collapsing to t
ARIA’S POVI sit in my car, my eyes on the house as the night falls deeper. All the windows are dark, the curtains drawn, and not a single sign of movement inside. It’s almost midnight, and it doesn’t look like Lydia and Ethan are going anywhere tonight.Still, I can’t afford to take any risks. If I leave or let my guard down for even a second, who knows what they might do. Maybe they’ll sneak out in the early hours, slip away when no one is watching.But exhaustion is catching up to me. The rented car is spacious enough, well-equipped for a long night of waiting. I’ve pinned my location for the people I’ve summoned here—they’ll call when they’re close. I settle into the seat, finally allowing myself a moment to rest. There’s no harm in taking a quick nap while I wait.I drift off, my mind a swirl of thoughts and plans. Every scenario plays out in my head; confronting Lydia, pulling Ethan out of there, making sure he’s safe. It’s not peaceful sleep by any means, but it’s something.Ho
ARIA’S POVMy stomach churns with hunger, but the idea of stepping away from my spot, even for a moment, feels out of the question. I’ve been sitting here, fixated on the house, watching every movement behind those walls. It’s like Lydia and Ethan are carrying on with their perfect little life, while I’m stuck out here, trying to figure out what to do next.I have moved too far now to catch their conversation clearly, and their voices aren’t as loud as they were before. On top of that, before they notice me, I have to make sure I keep my distance.The sight of them earlier, packing boxes, moving around like they’re planning to skip town, is enough to make my blood boil. I can’t let that happen.I need to eat, I need to think, but there’s no way I can leave the area, not even for a second. They could take off, and I’d have no idea where they would go. If I lose track of them, it could be the last time I ever see Ethan. The thought alone makes my heart race.Then, I spot a kid in the di
ARIA’S POVI got the address and I head directly to the place to spy on Ethan and Lydia. My first step is to observe the surrounding and checking on their movements.“Aiden, love. Shall I keep this in the bag?”“Yes, baby.”She is addressing him as Aiden, and I roll my eyes in exasperation.As I watch from my hidden spot, I can barely contain the rage boiling inside me. Ethan, living a normal life with that deceitful witch, Lydia, like they’re some kind of perfect couple. How can he not see through her lies?My heart races, each second feeling like an eternity. She’s manipulating him, keeping him trapped in this farce, and it’s beyond infuriating. Ethan’s family has no idea he’s even alive, and meanwhile, he’s here, with her, under this disgusting illusion of love.But then something changes. I notice a flurry of activity at their house. Boxes. Bags. They’re packing up. My eyes narrow, and I feel a sudden rush of panic. This isn’t just spring cleaning or a casual weekend trip—they’re