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