ARIA’S POVAdam pulls me into his arms, his grip tight yet tender, filled with a yearning that mirrors my own. The sudden closeness stirs something deep within me, awakening emotions I’ve been trying so hard to suppress. They rush to the surface, overwhelming me. His breath, warm and slightly unsteady, brushes against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.“I need you, Aria… I love you.”Adam mutters, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that tugs at my heartstrings. Hearing those words from him, words that I have longed to hear and feared in equal measure, I realize just how much I’ve missed him—missed his touch, his presence, the way he always made me feel safe and cherished.I look into his eyes, those familiar eyes that have seen me through so much, and the walls I’ve built around myself begin to crumble. Despite everything that has happened, despite the chaos and the pain that have surrounded us, here in this moment, it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters.I lean in,
ARIA’S POVWaking up to the soft light of morning, I feel a rare sense of peace. The tension from the past few days has eased, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m happy. As I stretch lazily, something catches my eye—a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. A note, from Adam.Intrigued, I reach for it, my mind racing with thoughts of what it could say. Maybe it’s a sweet message or a casual reminder. But as I unfold the paper and read the words, my heart skips a beat."You need not worry, my love. I’m meeting the Mitchells and telling them that I’m the only culprit in their son’s loss at sea. I want them to leave you alone… I’ll be back soon."A wave of shock floods through me. I reread the note, trying to process what Adam is saying. He’s planning to meet the Mitchells, to confess to something he didn’t do, just to protect me. The enormity of it hits me all at once—he’s willing to risk everything, his own safety, his reputation, our future, all to shield me from t
ARIA’S POVAs soon as I reach the parking lot, I spot Adam stepping out of his car, his eyes fixed on the imposing entrance of the Mitchells’ house. He looks determined, but there’s a storm brewing behind his expression. Before he can make his way inside, I shout his name, desperate to stop him before he makes a move he’ll regret. I call out, my voice echoing through the otherwise quiet lot.“Adam, stop!”He halts in his tracks and turns, clearly taken aback to see me. His brow furrows, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if trying to figure out why I’m here. There is tension between us, but I know this isn’t about us—this is about something much bigger.He asks me what I am doing here, his tone laced with frustration.“I need to deal with them, Aria. This has gone too far.”I step closer, my heart pounding in my chest.“Adam, this is a mistake. You can’t just storm in there like this.”I explain to him that he is letting his emotions driving him, and it’s only going to make things
ARIA’S POVAfter hearing what Adam has told me about the Mitchells’ plans, I find myself reflecting on the weight of it all. They are determined to ruin my reputation, twisting every aspect of my past and manipulating it into something ugly.Allegations of using men to climb the corporate ladder, false accusations about my relationship with Ethan—all of it designed to tarnish my name. The thought of them going so far as to link me to the crash that perhaps took Ethan’s life is both disturbing and absurd. They are pushing for a police investigation, questioning how I survived while others didn’t, and insinuating that there is something more sinister at play.Despite the gravity of the situation, I remain oddly calm. I’ve seen this before. Throughout my career, people have always tried to tear me down, scrutinizing my every move, twisting the truth to suit their narratives. This attack from the Mitchells, while vicious and calculated, feels familiar in a way. I’ve dealt with similar blo
ADAM’S POVThe aftermath of last night still lingers heavily in my mind, a blur of emotions and poor decisions. I lost control, and before I knew it, I was at the bar, drowning myself in drinks I knew I’d regret. It's embarrassing, no doubt, but even in my most reckless moment, there was one glimmer of something real—when they called Aria, she came for me. That alone speaks volumes, more than I can even begin to process. Despite everything we've been through, the distance, the unresolved tension, she still showed up.I don’t remember much of what happened after she arrived, the alcohol warping my memory and leaving gaps where key moments should be. But somehow, in the haze of it all, we ended up back in bed together. It felt surreal, like something that shouldn’t have happened but also like something that was inevitable. The details escape me, blurred by the fog of intoxication, but I know we reconnected, even if just for a fleeting moment.Waking up beside her this morning felt stran
ARIA’S POV“Aria, what I’m worried about is the news they plan to publish against you.”As we are in the study room, Adam informs me about the publication against my character, I take a deep breath and remind him that our legal team is more than capable of protecting us. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to deal with attacks like this, and it won’t be the last.But this one feels different, more personal, because it isn’t just about the business. It’s about my reputation, about the Mitchells trying to ruin me, dragging my name through the mud by twisting the narrative, portraying me as someone who climbed her way up by using men. They’ve gathered so-called “evidence,” building a story of me as a gold digger, someone who manipulated others to get to where I am today.The accusations don’t stop there. They want to pin the blame for Ethan’s death on me, suggesting that I somehow orchestrated the entire tragedy. They question how I survived the crash when Ethan and others didn’t. It’s a
EVAN’S POVThe more I think about Aria and Adam, the angrier I become. It’s like everything we throw at them, no matter how carefully planned or strategically executed, just bounces back, deflecting effortlessly. We’ve tried to dismantle their business, smear their reputations, stir public suspicion, but nothing seems to stick. The frustration boils inside me, intensifying with each passing day. I want to see them pay. I want them to feel the same gut-wrenching pain that has gripped my heart since Ethan’s death.“Donna, they are the reason Ethan is gone. I can’t spare them!”“Do what you have to do to get them punished!”Every moment without him feels like a dagger to the chest, twisting deeper with each breath. I remember when we first realized he wasn’t coming back, how we launched every resource available to us to search for him, desperately scouring the ocean for some sign of life.But days turned into weeks, and the cold reality began to settle in—there would be no miraculous res
ARIA’S POVI gather my dad, brothers, and Adam for a meeting, knowing that we need to unite now more than ever. Dad's expression is stern, his frustration barely concealed. Neal and Nathan sit with arms crossed, eyes flashing with anger, but I can tell there’s also fear and confusion mixed in.They’ve been hit hard by the crash, by the chaos that’s followed, and now, by the constant attacks from the Mitchells. It’s not just the business they’re worried about—it’s everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve built. But more than that, it’s the personal toll the Mitchells' accusations have taken on us all.Adam sits beside me, his face calm but weary. I can feel the weight of the last few days pressing on him as much as it has on me. My family still hates him.“We all are. But the past is the past, and we need to put it aside.I glance at Adam, acknowledging his efforts.“Adam has been working from his side to help us, and I think we all know how crucial it is that we stay united.”He’
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