ARIA’S POV“How dare you insult Aria? You’re FIRED!”Adam’s decision to fire Caroline hits us both like a bolt from the blue. We stand there, equally baffled, as his words hang in the air, their finality unmistakable. This was not what I expected. I knew he was angry, that he felt guilty for not recognizing how badly I was treated, but this…this is a level of decisiveness I hadn’t anticipated.In that moment, it becomes clear that once Adam is done, he’s truly done. I recall how he didn’t hesitate to leave his sister behind bars when she crossed a line, or to place his mother in a retirement home when she became too difficult to handle. And Caroline—she’s just a maid, after all. But still, the swiftness of his decision is shocking.“Please, Adam…. Please don’t do this to me.”Caroline, on her knees now, crawls towards Adam, her dignity abandoned in a desperate plea for mercy. She begs him, her voice choked with fear and regret. The sight of her, reduced to this state, would have once
ARIA’S POVWith Caroline out of Adam’s house, her sobs echoing in the halls as she leaves, I can’t help but feel a pang of unease. There’s a sense of finality in her departure, but also an underlying fear. I wonder if I’ve just made another enemy.You never know how people will react when their world is turned upside down, and Caroline, despite being at fault, may still harbor a grudge. People these days, regardless of their wrongdoings, often feel justified in seeking revenge, as if their insolence and crime deserve no punishment.Life around here settles into a strange, uneasy calm. Work continues as usual, and Adam is nearly fully recovered. On the surface, everything seems normal, but there’s a tension in the air that wasn’t there before. It’s as if we’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the consequences of Caroline’s dismissal to manifest in some unforeseen way. I can’t shake the feeling that this calm is only temporary, that something else is brewing beneath the surfa
ARIA’S POVThe evening at Adam's place has a strange tension in the air, the kind that seems to settle in the corners of the room, waiting to pounce at the most inconvenient moment. Regis is here tonight, and although it's been a long time since we last saw each other, the memory of our last encounter lingers between us like a ghost.That stunt he pulled at the restaurant when I was out with Tony was supposed to be forgotten, but the weight of his overprotectiveness, his concern, and his unspoken feelings for me have made it impossible to erase.“How has it been, Aria?”“Pretty rough.”As we gather around the dinner table, I find myself hyper-aware of Regis' presence. He’s seated across from me, and though he tries to keep the conversation light and casual, there’s an undercurrent of something more—something deeper and more complicated that neither of us seems willing to address. I catch him watching me out of the corner of his eye, his expression a mix of fondness and something that
ARIA’S POVDays blur together under the weight of endless tasks, meetings, and deadlines. The workload is relentless, leaving little room for anything else. Yet, amid the chaos, an urge stirs within me, a familiar itch that refuses to be ignored—rock climbing.The pull is almost irresistible, a call from the mountains that echoes in my mind, urging me to escape the grind, to feel the adrenaline rush once more. But every time I start to consider it seriously, my thoughts are hijacked by memories of that accident. The one that nearly claimed Adam’s life and left Charlotte with a severe injury. The fear that settled in the pit of my stomach after that day has never really left, and I find myself backing out before I even reach the car.I try to distract myself with other activities, throwing myself into work, painting, anything that might fill the void. But it's futile. The call of the climb is persistent, gnawing at me like an unsatisfied hunger. It’s almost as if it’s become an addicti
ARIA’S POVThe drive back to Adam's residence feels endless, every mile stretching out as my anger festers. The adrenaline from the climb hasn’t worn off; instead, it has twisted into something darker, a simmering fury that only intensifies with each ignored call and unread message. How dare he try to take this from me? Rock climbing is mine, my escape, my sanctuary, and he has no right to interfere. I spent so long working up the courage to go back, to face those heights and conquer them again, and here he is, pulling me down with his incessant worry and suffocating concern.By the time I reach the house, my hands are shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer force of the emotions I’ve been bottling up. I storm inside, barely registering the familiar surroundings as I make my way to Adam. When I see him, his face is flushed, his expression a mix of worry and something else—something that looks almost like betrayal. It’s as if he’s accusing me of something, as if he believes I’ve don
ARIA’S POVThe days that follow are filled with an uncomfortable silence, the kind that seems to seep into every corner of the house. I find myself avoiding Adam, letting the gap between us widen with each passing hour.The distance between us is vast and evident, like a wall that neither of us knows how to scale. I came here to return a favor, to help him in his time of need, and I know he’s trying his best to reconnect, to rebuild something between us. But the bridge is broken, and I don’t know how to repair it—or if it’s even worth repairing.Regis, at least, understands. He keeps his distance, respecting the boundaries that have been silently drawn. How I wish Adam could be as wise and mature as his uncle. But Adam... he’s always been more impulsive, more prone to letting his emotions drive his actions. And now, I’m starting to fear that he sees my staying here as a sign of weakness, as if I’m still in love with him.“Aria… I need you.”His words linger in my mind as I recall our
ARIA’S POVWork has always been my refuge, a place where I can drown out the noise of everything else in my life. The days have been so hectic that it feels like I’m living in a constant whirlwind, but I don’t mind. It’s easier to focus on the tasks at hand, to pour every ounce of energy into projects and responsibilities, than to confront the swirling emotions that threaten to consume me.I’ve learned to handle everything with precision, ensuring that every project is completed successfully, every deadline met with the efficiency I pride myself on. But the more I throw myself into work, the more it becomes apparent that I’m using it as a shield—a way to distract myself from the reality I’m avoiding.The reality that I’m still living in Adam’s house, a place that feels less like a home and more like a prison with each passing day. When I first moved back in, it was to repay a debt, to show gratitude for all he had done for me. But now, every wall, every room, feels like it’s closing i
ARIA’S POV“I feel like I am in jail serving a sentence for someone saving my life.”The distance between us is unbearable, a chasm that seems to grow wider with each passing day. Ever since that confrontation, where her words were sharp and her tone laced with a finality that left no room for argument, it’s as if a shadow has settled over our home.Aria’s presence feels like that of a ghost, a silent figure moving through the house, slipping away before I can even catch a glimpse of her. Every time I hear her footsteps in the hallway or catch a whiff of her perfume lingering in the air, it feels like she’s slowly fading out of my life, and the fear of losing her for good gnaws at me constantly.She no longer eats dinner with me. I sit alone at the table, the silence suffocating, the emptiness of her absence more glaring with every meal. She’s always out. It’s as if she’s deliberately keeping herself away from me, creating a distance that I don’t know how to bridge.I feel like the be