ARIA’S POVIt’s strange how quickly Adam arrived after the envelope was delivered. Almost as if he knew what was coming. He burst through the door, out of breath, with a look of sheer panic on his face. He barely glanced at me, his eyes fixated on the envelope in my hand. It was as if he had only one goal: to get to that envelope before I could open it.The way he grabbed it from me without any explanation, his hands shaking, and his face flushed—it all felt off. The urgency in his movements, the desperation in his eyes—it was more than just concern. It was fear. And now, that fear has been transferred to me.What could possibly be inside that envelope that would make him react like this? Adam has always been so composed, so steady. But today, he was a different man, one who seemed haunted by something I couldn’t see. He muttered something about official documents, but he didn’t elaborate. When I asked, he brushed me off, saying it was business-related and that I shouldn’t worry about
ARIA’S POVIn the days that follow, everything feels different. There's a heaviness in the air, a tension that wasn't there before. Adam, once my steady rock, seems distant, his mind always elsewhere. His avoidance is obvious—he’s more withdrawn, quieter, and constantly on edge.I notice the way he skirts around me, his eyes clouded with worry. It’s not the usual stress from work; it’s something deeper, something more unsettling.He’s spending more time in his study, often closing the door behind him. It’s unusual because he has never been one to shut me out, but now, he’s making an effort to keep me away from whatever he’s doing in there. I’ve seen him jump when I knock, scrambling to hide papers or close his laptop. His protectiveness over what’s in that room is unnerving.At first, I thought it was just business, but the way he has been acting—almost scared—has me questioning everything. There are moments when I catch a glimpse of his face, and it’s as if he’s carrying the weight o
ARIA’S POVThe Mitchells’ intense stares feel like a weight pressing down on me, each glance a wordless demand for an explanation I cannot give. I don’t understand why they’re looking at me like this, why they expect me to have answers about Ethan, their son—someone I don’t even remember meeting. If he was involved in our business, his face is lost to me now, just another forgotten face in a sea of confusion.I try to push the discomfort aside as I turn to Stella, needing some clarity. When I mention Ethan, her reaction is immediate and unmistakable—her face flushes the same way Adam’s did the other day.“I hope they don’t ask me about Ethan again!”“Shh… Better not to speak about him here.”She leans in, whispering urgently that now isn’t the time or place to talk about Ethan. Her tone is sharp, almost pleading, as she tells me that whatever happened to Ethan has nothing to do with me and that I should avoid speaking with his parents. Her words leave me more bewildered than before, h
ARIA’S POVAs I walk through the door, a comforting wave of familiarity washes over me, a stark contrast to the unease I felt at the event earlier. Adam’s presence is a beacon of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. He looks at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to decipher my emotions before I even begin to speak.“How was your evening, love?”I recount the evening with a sense of detachment, relaying the highlights of the fashion show and how Stella, with her usual flair, had asked me to be the show-stopper at her next event. There’s a genuine thrill in my voice as I talk about the opportunity, but it’s tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety, an anxiety that only deepens as I bring up the Mitchells.The moment I mention them, Adam’s demeanor shifts dramatically. His face, usually so composed, becomes an open book of anxiety. His eyes widen slightly, and he visibly tenses. It’s as if he’s bracing himself for something dreadful. The ro
ADAM’S POVThe house feels quieter tonight without Aria, almost too quiet. I sit in the living room, trying to focus on the television, but my mind is elsewhere. It’s a relief, in a way, to have her out with Stella, allowing me a few hours of reprieve from the constant need to conceal the truth. But the silence brings its own burdens. The weight of what I’m hiding hangs heavy in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst.I never imagined that being with Aria again could feel like this—like walking a tightrope, where any wrong step could send me plunging into the abyss of our past. Every day is a delicate dance of keeping up appearances, of maintaining the façade that everything is fine, that our lives are unblemished by any shadows. However the truth is, the past is always there, lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.Aria’s presence in my life now is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. After the divorce, I was certain I had lost her forever. Thos
DONNA MITCHELL’S POVEvan and I were filled with a mix of emotions when we learned that Aria would be at the fashion show. We felt a strange pull to be there, almost as if it were fate bringing us to the same place. Of course, we had another reason for attending—the brand Ethan and I built together was being showcased, and in his absence, it was our responsibility to be there.Everyone knows that we are grieving the loss of our only child in the Pacific Ocean and we can be excused not to attend the event. But let’s be honest— the real reason we couldn’t resist attending was Aria.Everyone knows that we are grieving the loss of our only child in the Pacific Ocean and we can be excused not to attend the event.Every day without Ethan has been a slow, torturous descent into despair. The pain of losing our son is something that never dulls. It’s a wound that festers, a constant reminder of what could have been if things had gone differently, and somehow, in our grief, we have latched onto
ARIA’S POVAdam seems to have returned to his usual self, and I can't help but feel relieved. The weight that had been pressing on him recently seems to have lifted, and his smile has found its way back into our everyday moments.It's like a dark cloud has finally passed, letting the sunlight shine down on us once more. I'm convinced now that the envelope that arrived that day must have been about some business matter. Whatever it was, it’s behind us now, and he appears more at ease, more present.In a surprising yet delightful turn, Adam has decided to take me on a getaway to a Victorian estate in the Great Northern Catskills. The thought of escaping the city, just the two of us, sends a thrill through me.“Aria, pack your stuff. We’re going to have a great escape.”“Ha! Ha! Sure, love. Escape is the right word.”It's like we're stepping back into our honeymoon phase, a fresh start for us to rekindle the passion and intimacy that I treasure so much. The past few weeks have been a whi
ARIA’S POVReaching him, I place my hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. His skin is warm and firm, and I can feel the tension in his muscles as I slide my hands down his torso. I love the way his body reacts to my touch, the way he shivers slightly as my fingers trace the lines of his abs. I lean in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, feeling his breath hitch in response.I guide him back toward the bed, our bodies pressing together as I push him gently onto the soft mattress. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with anticipation, and I smile, a slow, seductive curve of my lips that I know drives him wild. I crawl onto the bed, straddling his hips, and I can feel the heat radiating from him.Taking my time, I begin to move, rocking my hips slowly against his, feeling the delicious friction between us. Adam’s hands come up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he tries to control himself. But I want him to lose con
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