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
ADAM’S POVAs I sit in my study room, attempting to focus on important documents, Sophia's unexpected arrival interrupts my concentration.Although she is carrying my child, she is the last person on my mind, her presence a reminder of a past I am eager to move beyond. I am weary of her attempts to rekindle the life we once shared, oblivious to the fact that things can never return to the way they were.Sophia's persistent efforts to carve her way back into my life only serve to exacerbate my frustration and discontent. It is as if she refuses to acknowledge the irrevocable changes that have occurred, clinging to the hope of a reconciliation that can never be.In this moment of solitude, I find myself battling with a sense of weariness and resignation, longing for the freedom to chart my own course forward, unencumbered by the weight of the past."Busy?"Sophia's question hangs in the air, her tone oblivious to the fact that I am knee-deep in checking and signing documents.The audaci
ADAM’S POVCaught in the intensity of Aria's silent gaze, uncertainty grips me as I fight the urge to repeat myself, to ensure she understands the sincerity of my words. The weight of her scrutiny feels like a judgement, her silence echoing louder than any words could.In that moment, I am torn between the desire to clarify and reassure, and the fear of coming across as insincere or desperate. Each beat of silence stretches on, amplifying the tension between us until it becomes almost unbearable.Ultimately, I realize that words alone may not be enough to convey the depth of my emotions. Instead, I meet her gaze with unwavering honesty, allowing the sincerity of my expression to speak volumes. In this moment of vulnerability, I lay bare my heart before her, trusting that she will see the truth in my eyes.Aria's response lands like a blow, shattering the fragile hope that had begun to blossom within me. Her words cut deep, a great reminder of the irreparable damage that has been done
ARIA’S POVWhen Neal has advised me to set up the meeting with Adam, I was prepared to face any situation that may come my way. However, little did I know that things would turn in this manner.At first, when I had seen Adam stepping into the restaurant, from far, he seemed to be in a great mood. I could see the smile on his face, until he drew close and saw Neal with me.“What’s he doing here?”As he persistently questioned me about Neal's role in my life, a sense of amusement washed over me. It was almost entertaining to witness the torment etched across his face, his inquiries betraying a hint of jealousy and insecurity.“Aria?! Who is he to interfere between us? Is he your new guy?”The sight of him grappling with the possibility of someone else occupying my heart brought a wicked satisfaction, a small measure of revenge for the pain he had inflicted upon me. Did he forget how much I was in love with him and how every time he was close to his Sophia it pained me?He murdered those