ARIA’S POVAdam has been doing an incredible job balancing work and married life. Every moment he dedicates to me feels special, and I cherish the time we spend together. We’re always going on dates, exploring new places, and just enjoying each other’s company.This is the married life I’ve always dreamed of—marital bliss, a connection that feels unbreakable. Neither of us holds back, and our sex life is nothing short of amazing. There’s an intensity between us that I never knew was possible, and I find myself falling deeper in love with Adam every day. I wish this feeling could last forever.However, one day, our perfect world gets disrupted by unexpected visitors. The maid informs me that the Mitchell family is here to see me. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite place it. Puzzled, I ask her to let them in, curious to see who they are. When they step into the room, I’m greeted by an elderly gentleman and a lady. Their faces are lined with worry, and there’s a heavines
ADAM’S POVSeeing the Mitchells questioning Aria like that, I had to step in. I couldn’t let them push her into remembering anything that could potentially harm her recovery. The doctor’s warnings echoed in my mind—any sudden shock could have catastrophic consequences.The Mitchells, understandably desperate for answers about their son, were becoming more insistent, their tone growing more desperate with each passing second. But I had to protect Aria, to ensure she remained safe, even if it meant sending them away empty-handed.Their faces twisted with frustration as they realized they wouldn’t get the information they were seeking from us. I could feel the tension in the room spike as they turned from pleading to accusatory, their disappointment evident.Despite their persistence, I held firm, gently but firmly escorting them out of our house. As the door closed behind them, the weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders. I knew they were hurting, and I knew how desperat
ARIA’S POVGrandpa arrives, his face lighting up the moment he sees me. His warm embrace brings a sense of comfort I haven’t felt in a while. Then he says, his voice filled with genuine regret.“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come back sooner. But I’m so happy you’re alright, my dear.”I smile, reassured by his presence.“I’m just glad you’re here now, Grandpa. That’s all that matters.”As we sit together, memories flood back of the good times I’ve spent with Grandpa ever since I joined the Miller Corporation. He’s always been more than just Adam’s grandfather to me; he’s been like a Godfather, a mentor who guided me through the maze of corporate life. When I first started, Eva and Elodie treated me like an outsider, often bullying me with their arrogance. To them, I was just a lowly secretary, not worthy of their time or respect.But Grandpa was different. He saw something in me from the beginning and made sure I knew I was valued. And then there was Regis, another kind soul who, like Grand
ADAM’S POVI am filled with pride watching Aria’s bond with my grandfather. From the moment she joined Miller Corporation, she and Grandpa have shared a special connection. Grandpa has always seen her as more than just an employee, and I am grateful to him for that. He was the one who recognized her potential when she was just a secretary, and now I’m the one who’s lucky enough to have her by my side.But lately, I can’t stand to see her struggling. At times, I find her by the window, her eyes clouded with a distant, searching look. She’s trying to remember, to piece together the fragments of her past. I see her face tense with concentration, her hands gripping her temples as if she can physically pull the memories back into place. Then, a sharp grimace crosses her face, and she winces in pain, holding her head.It breaks my heart. All I want is to help her, to ease her pain. I’ve thought about finding the best doctors, the most advanced treatments, anything that could help her recove
ARIA’S POVStella and I are finally together for our long-awaited shopping spree. The moment we step into the first boutique, I can feel my spirits lifting. It’s been so long since we’ve done this, and I’ve missed our time together. We start browsing through racks of clothes, laughing and chatting like old times. I pick out a few dresses, some casual tops, and then my eyes land on the lingerie section. I glance over at Stella with a mischievous grin, winking at her.“I think I need some new sexy lingerie to impress my man.”Stella laughs, though it’s a little forced, nods, and says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.“Well, you deserve it.”As we continue shopping, I tell her all about how Adam has been taking such great care of me. “It’s like a total marital bliss, Stella.”I tell her that he is so attentive, always making sure I’m comfortable and happy, that I feel like I’m living in a dream.Stella nods along, but I notice something in her expression—a flicker of worry, a shad
ARIA’S POVThe next day, I decide it’s time to do some digging of my own. Something about Adam’s and Stella’s stories hasn’t quite added up, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. After all, they both told me about a cruise, but when Ethan’s parents came looking for him, their desperation seemed too real to be based on some random business trip. The way they questioned me, the panic in their eyes—it all pointed to something much more serious.I sit down at my laptop, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before I start typing. I search for any news articles or information about the cruise that Adam and Stella mentioned. As I scroll through the results, my heart starts to race. There’s no mention of a cruise accident. Instead, all the headlines scream about a jet crash.My breath catches in my throat as I click on the first article. It details how a private jet, carrying several people, went down in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. My
ARIA’S POVNow that things between Adam and me seem to be on stable ground, another worry starts to creep into my mind—Adam’s business. The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, from rediscovering our love to uncovering painful truths about the plane crash.But just as I thought we were settling into a new normal, I begin to notice signs of strain in Adam. He’s been distracted lately, his brow furrowed in concentration or worry whenever he thinks I’m not looking.One night, I wake up and realize that Adam is not beside me in bed. The room is silent except for the faint ticking of the clock, and the absence of his warmth makes the night feel colder. I slip out of bed and wrap a robe around myself, padding softly down the hallway to his study.The door is slightly ajar, and as I push it open, I see him sitting at his desk, his face buried in his hands as he massages his temples. Papers are scattered everywhere, a testament to his mounting frustration.“Adam?”I call soft
ADAM’S POV“Adam?”As Aria steps into the study, I can feel the weight of her gaze on me. She approaches quietly, her presence a gentle reminder of the support she constantly offers. I’ve been carrying the stress of the business's decline, trying to shield her from the chaos that seems to have taken over our lives. But I can’t hide my exhaustion. My fingers are massaging my temples, trying to push away the headache that’s been growing worse with each passing day.Aria sits down beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. She’s always been observant, and I know she’s noticed the strain in my posture, the dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights spent worrying about the future. I’ve been doing everything I can to stabilize the business, but nothing seems to be working. It feels like I’m fighting an invisible enemy, one that’s systematically tearing down everything I’ve built.In my mind, I replay the events of the past few weeks, trying to pinpoint where it all started to go