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
ADAM’S POVI am relieved that Aria is no longer with Ethan. The thought brings a brief moment of satisfaction, but it quickly dissipates as I turn my attention to my own pressing issues. My company is facing a financial problem, and it is my responsibility to investigate it. The weight of the situation hangs over me like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of the precariousness of the business I have worked so hard to build.I dive into the company’s financial records, poring over every detail with meticulous care. The numbers don’t add up, and a sense of dread builds as I dig deeper. The discrepancy is significant, and I cannot ignore it. My mind races with possibilities, but the truth is far worse than I imagined. I discover that the missing money is due to my mother. She has been taking funds from the company for her own personal use.The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I feel a mix of betrayal, anger, and disbelief. My mother, someone I trusted implicitly, has been siph
ELODIE’S POVI am furious, seething with anger at my own blood, my son, Adam. The lie I had to tell him burns in my mind— I said I spent the money on male escorts, knowing full well I don’t need any man. The truth is far more humiliating.Ever since Eva left, I’ve been filling my days with kitty parties and gambling, desperately trying to stave off the crushing loneliness. But luck has not been on my side, and I’ve lost more than just money. Some of my most precious jewelry, family heirlooms, and symbols of my past, have slipped through my fingers in my futile attempts to win.As I sit alone, I replay the conversation with Adam over and over. His words cut deep, his decision to ban me from the company fund stinging like a betrayal. After losing Eva, now I’m losing my financial security too. No retirement funds, no safety net. The enormity of my situation crashes down on me, a wave of regret and frustration threatening to drown me.How I regret treating Aria like a maid, dismissing her