ARIA’S POVAs I scroll through the article, my eyes take in every word, but I don’t feel shocked. I had expected something like this—a vicious attack aimed at discrediting me and dragging Adam through the mud. The Mitchells are determined to make us the scapegoats for Ethan’s death, and they’ve done everything in their power to ensure the media runs with that narrative. But I know the truth, and more importantly, I know that there’s no actual evidence linking us to the crash. That knowledge alone gives me a sense of calm, a certainty that we can weather this storm.Still, the situation is messy. Adam and my family are probably in a state of panic right now, and I can already imagine the whirlwind of calls and meetings that are about to take place. I know they’ll be worried about me, about the fallout from this article, but I’m not going to lose my head over it. If anything, this strengthens my resolve to push back against the Mitchells and whoever else might be behind this smear campa
ARIA’S POVI’m overwhelmed by guilt as I sit here, thinking about Ethan. Ever since I regained my memory, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, the way he tried to comfort me during the crash, his calm words, his strength. He didn’t deserve this—none of them did. I miss him so much, and the thought that he might still be out there, somewhere, torments me. I can’t give up on the search, not now, not ever. Ethan was more than a friend; he was there when I needed him most, and now it’s my turn to be there for him.“Ethan… Where are you, buddy?”And Connor… he was more than just a bodyguard to me. He was reliable, protective, always looking out for me. I trusted him with my life, and now he’s gone, too. I keep replaying those final moments on the jet, wishing I had made a different choice. Maybe if I hadn’t gone with them to Hawaii, none of this would have happened. Maybe they would still be alive. The guilt weighs heavily on me, crushing my chest with every breath.“It’s my fau
ARIA’S POVWhen I arrive at Adam’s house, I’m greeted by the soft glow of candles and the warm, intimate ambiance of a perfectly set dinner table. I pause, staring at the scene, my mind racing. A candlelit dinner? Adam called me for a date? I had been under the impression this was a crisis meeting—a chance for us to get on the same page after everything that has happened.The articles, the accusations, the chaos swirling around us—this is not the time for romance. I had reassured Adam and my family earlier, telling them not to worry about our image or the baseless claims linking us to the crash. With no real proof, I wanted everyone to relax, to let the noise pass without feeding into it. But this—Adam’s too-relaxed demeanor, despite the storm we’re still in—feels like too much.I’m caught between frustration and disbelief as I walk further into the room. Adam’s there, looking calm and collected, ready for what seems to be a romantic evening. I’m not sure how he thinks this is the rig
ADAM’S POV“I’m not here to get fucked, Adam!”I can’t believe I misread the situation so badly. The sour look on Aria's face, the frustration in her voice—it’s all my fault. I thought that in the middle of this storm we’re caught in, maybe we could steal a moment for ourselves, reconnect over a candlelit dinner.But she took it completely differently. She thought I wanted to have sex tonight, as if that was the reason I called her urgently to my place. It wasn’t about that at all. I just wanted to find a way to make her feel a little lighter, to give us both a break from the madness swirling around us. However now, seeing her reaction, I realize I’ve made things worse.To make matters worse, she thought I called her here to discuss Ethan Mitchell and Connor. She has been so focused on finding closure about Ethan, desperate to know what happened to him. I get that. I really do. I want answers too—I'm tired of being painted as the villain in this twisted narrative.We’re battling so ma
ARIA’S POVI came here expecting a discussion, nothing more.“Adam, I’m leaving now.”“Let’s have a quick bite and then you leave, please.”His voice is hesitant at first, then determined, as if he’s been holding back all these thoughts for too long. He blurts out what has been weighing on his heart, and it catches me off guard. He reminds me of the island, of what we shared before the pirates showed up, and the way things felt between us back then. It was just the two of us in that moment—no chaos, no external pressure, no past to haunt us. It was raw, it was real, and we were so close to something... different. Adam asks, his voice low but steady.“If you hadn’t lost your memory... if none of that had happened, do you think things would have turned out differently?”His question hangs in the air, and I don’t answer right away. Of course, I’ve thought about it before. Those moments on the island felt like a new beginning, a chance for us to reconnect, maybe even rekindle something th
ARIA’S POVDays continue to pass, and still, there's no word on Ethan or Connor. Each day without progress makes the ache sharper, and my frustration mounts. I’m constantly surrounded by paparazzi whenever I step outside, but I’ve learned to ignore them.Let them click away—I don’t have time to care about their rumors or pictures. What does it matter when the people I care about are still missing? I have far bigger concerns than their trivial gossip.But Adam? Adam is starting to push all the wrong buttons. I understand he's trying to make things right between us, but it feels like he's missing the point entirely. Flowers keep arriving at my office, at home, and there’s always some sweet, well-meaning note attached, but each one only makes me angrier.I can’t help but think, Why now? Why is he only trying to fix things after everything has fallen apart? Where was this effort when we were married? Where was this care and attention when I needed it most?I was by his side for years. Fir
ARIA’S POVAs I pack my bags for the business trip to Arizona, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over me. Finally, a break from the relentless pressure that has been suffocating me lately. The media constantly hounds me, stocks are fluctuating, partners are behaving like vultures, and on top of everything, Adam—my overwhelming shadow. It has been nothing short of exhausting.I need this trip. I need space to breathe, to think, to just be without the constant weight of Adam’s presence suffocating me. He has been trying so hard lately, hasn’t he? Flowers at my office, home, little notes reminding me of the man he once was—or the man he’s trying to convince me he has become. But I’m not buying it. How convenient that after all these years of pain, he suddenly realizes his mistakes? After our divorce, after I walked away from the loneliness and the void he left me in, now he wants me back?“We can fix this…”Now he thinks he can make it all better with a few flowers and
ARIA’S POVI’m here in Wickenburg, Arizona, and I feel more alive than I have in weeks. This place is everything I need right now—calm, peaceful, and full of opportunity. The landscape stretches wide, untouched by the chaos that follows me in New York, and I’m thrilled about this new venture.Investing in property here is not just a business move; it feels like the start of something new, a backup plan that I desperately need. With all the attacks on our businesses lately, I need a solid fall-back. This property business could be the answer.The plot I’m looking at is incredible. The potential for growth in this area is massive, and I can see it becoming a major hub before anyone else from New York even thinks about flocking to this side of the country. This is my chance to get in early, to claim my stake before the competition realizes what they’re missing.I’m not involving anyone else—not Adam, not any of our companies. This time, it’s just me. I’m the sole proprietor, and I’m goin