ARIA’S POVOh, did I even think that she would leave me in peace and get the heck out of there? No! Eva does just the contrary.I am taken aback by Eva's sudden outburst, her screams piercing the air like a child denied their favorite toy. It is bewildering; her regression into such childish behavior. My mind races to comprehend her actions, but I am left struggling with a mix of confusion and frustration.It is as if rationality has been abandoned, replaced by this chaotic display of emotion. I feel a sense of incredulity wash over me, wondering how to navigate this unexpected storm of behavior.“Fraud!”Eva's accusation echoes through the room, startling everyone into attention. Heads turn, eyebrows raise, and murmurs of confusion ripple through the crowd. The sudden shift in atmosphere leaves me feeling exposed, as if a spotlight has been thrust upon me.I struggle to comprehend Eva's words, my mind racing to grasp the gravity of the situation. There is a knot of unease in my stoma
ARIA’S POVAs Stella points out the discrepancy in the ticket logo, a ripple of realization spreads across the faces of Eva, Adam, and Sophia. Their expressions contort with a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension, as if a veil has been lifted to reveal the truth.It is a moment of revelation, as the implications of Stella's observation sink in. I can almost feel the tension crackling in the air, as the significance of this revelation hangs heavy between them, casting a shadow over their previously confident façades.Stella's swift action to summon the security guard catches my attention, but my astonishment grows as I spot Adam's friend, George, stepping in as if he owns the place. His unexpected intervention adds another layer of intrigue to the unfolding drama, leaving me wondering about the extent of his involvement in the situation.There is a sense of bewilderment as I watch him assert himself, his actions injecting a new element of uncertainty into an already volatile
ADAM’S POVI am completely taken aback by the sharp words spewing from George's mouth. It is a bitter realization that, in my absence, he and my family have denigrated Aria. The weight of this revelation hits me like a ton of bricks.I cannot help but feel a pang of guilt, recognizing that this toxic environment is a consequence of my own actions. It is a sobering moment of clarity, as I come to terms with the role I have played in allowing such negativity to fester unchecked. The weight of responsibility settles heavily on my shoulders, as I grapple with the consequences of my inaction.The shock hits me hard as I realize that neither George nor any of my friends have ever uttered a word about Aria in my presence. I never could have imagined that this was their opinion of my Aria.The possessiveness implied by the phrase "my Aria" catches me off guard, as if acknowledging a deep connection I had not fully recognized before. It is a moment of profound revelation, as I struggle with th
ARIA’S POVAs Regis leads me toward the back door, my gaze lands on a young, handsome man standing nearby. His presence catches my attention, a sudden glimmer of intrigue amid the chaos unfolding around us.There is a certain magnetism about him, a combination of confidence and charisma that draws my eye. In the midst of the tumult, he stands out like a beacon of calm, his presence a welcome respite from the storm raging within me. I find myself curious about who he is and what role he might play in the unfolding drama.The intensity of the affection in the young man's gaze leaves me momentarily stunned, a flicker of recognition dancing at the edges of my mind. There is a familiarity about him that I cannot quite place, as if our paths have crossed before in some distant memory.I search my mind, trying to recall where I might have encountered him, but the details remain frustratingly elusive. Despite the veil of uncertainty clouding my thoughts, I cannot shake the feeling that there
ADAM’S POVAs I glance over, I see Aria walking alongside my uncle Regis, Stella, and the handsome man. There is a sense of camaraderie among them, a shared connection that intrigues me. Aria's serene demeanor stands out amidst the group, her presence commanding attention even as she walks with an air of quiet confidence.Beside her, my uncle Regis exudes a protective aura, while Stella's playful energy adds a touch of light-heartedness to the scene. But then there is the handsome man; his presence adding an element of mystery to the group dynamic.As they walk together, I cannot help but wonder about the bonds that unite them.“Look! She already got herself a rich guy as your replacement!”Adrian's persistent behavior stirs up a tempest of anger within me, threatening to boil over at any moment. His words cut deep, triggering a surge of frustration and indignation that threatens to consume me.Yet, beneath the surface, there lurks a seed of fear—an unsettling notion that perhaps ther
ARIA’S POVA sense of unease prickles at the back of my neck as I feel someone following me at a quick pace. Instinctively, I quicken my steps, the rhythmic sound of my heartbeats matching the cadence of my movements.Every footfall reverberates with a sense of urgency, echoing the racing thoughts in my mind. Then I hear a familiar voice.“Aria! Wait!”As I turn back and come face to face with Adam, disgust courses through me. My features harden into a mask of disdain, the emotions churning within me evident in the coldness of my expression.It is a visceral reaction, fueled by years of resentment and betrayal that have festered beneath the surface. In that moment, there is no room for pretense or diplomacy, but only the raw intensity of my contempt for the man who has caused me so much pain.With a steely gaze, I hold his gaze, refusing to let him off the hook for his past transgressions.“Are you here for the divorce papers?”My question is to remind him that he cannot close the dis
ARIA’S POVAs we all head to another place, the tension that had gripped us begins to dissipate. Stella and Regis huff in annoyance, their frustration palpable in the air as they reflect on the events that have unfolded since the show ended. Their annoyance says a lot, adding to the turmoil and discord that has marred what was supposed to be a joyous occasion.Despite their efforts to maintain composure, the strain of the situation is evident in their tense expressions and exasperated sighs. As they struggle with the fallout of the evening's events, I cannot help but weight of remorse for the role I have played in contributing to their distress.The weight of my desire for divorce and freedom from the Millers feels heavier than ever, like a suffocating burden I cannot shake off. Every step I take seems to bring me closer to them, like haunting shadows that refuse to release their grip.In the suffocating confines of our relationship, I have always felt stifled by their expectations an
ARIA’S POVNeal's persuasive demeanor exerts a subtle yet undeniable influence over me, compelling me to agree to meet my father and Nathan. It is not through overt pleading or coercion, but rather his unwavering confidence and sincerity that disarm my resistance.In his presence, I feel a sense of trust and reassurance, as if he holds the key to unlocking the mysteries of my past and illuminating the complexities of our family dynamics.Curiosity tugs at my heartstrings, urging me to explore the depths of their relationship and uncover the truths that lie buried beneath the surface. In spite of my reservations and lingering doubts, I find myself drawn to the prospect of witnessing their interactions first-hand, eager to gain a deeper understanding of the bonds that bind us together.With Neal by my side, a sense of courage and determination overpowers me. As we gather at the restaurant as agreed, a sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension fills the air. It is the first time I
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