ARIA’S POVI didn’t have a great sleep after yesterday’s trauma.“How is your short vacation going, dear?”“Excellent… I love it here.”This morning, my dad calls me asking me if I am alright and how is my short vacation going. I tell him that everything is fine and that I am enjoying myself. There is so much tranquillity in Arizona. My family members do know I am in this part of the States but they don’t know my motive.Dad and I have a casual conversation and I ask Dad about the situation of our firm and if everything is alright.“Things are going okay, not yet great as before, but soon everything will pick.”After hanging up with Dad, my mind starts racing. The conversation with him felt like a reminder that I’m juggling too many secrets—secrets that could explode if handled poorly. The weight of keeping Ethan’s survival to myself is suffocating, but I can’t risk telling anyone yet. Not until I understand what’s really going on.I glance out of the window, taking in the serene Ariz
ARIA’S POVI roam through the quaint streets of Wickenburg, Arizona, absorbing the atmosphere. This town is far from the towering skyscrapers and relentless pace of New York City, yet it carries its own charm. The sun shines brightly, casting a golden hue on everything it touches, and the air is crisp, laced with a faint scent of desert blooms. There’s a sense of timelessness here, like life moves at its own unhurried rhythm, unaffected by the outside world.The people are friendly, though not overly familiar. They smile as I pass by, tipping their hats or nodding in acknowledgement, but they don’t pry. Everyone seems to have their routine—shop owners chatting with customers, ranchers discussing livestock, and tourists snapping pictures of the town’s old Western buildings. It’s a simple life, a far cry from the chaos I left behind, but there’s something grounding about it.I stop by a small café, a local favorite judging by the crowd, and pull out my phone. Ethan’s face stares back at
ARIA’S POVI can't believe my luck. The fisherman knows Ethan. My heart races with a mix of excitement and relief, the weight of days spent searching finally lifting. This is it—my chance to get to the bottom of everything.“Can you spare me some time to speak to you about him?”“Certainly, my dear lady.”He seems calm, as if he has seen his share of strange stories unfold, and motions for me to follow him to his boat.As we make our way to the dock, I steal glances at the old man. His weathered face tells a story of years spent battling the sun and the sea. He moves with a deliberate pace, his steps sure, as though he’s at home here among the boats and the salty air. It feels strange, almost surreal, that this fisherman holds the key to finding Ethan—the one person who could finally give me answers.We reach his small boat, a modest thing, its paint chipped and its deck scattered with ropes and fishing gear. He gestures for me to sit on the worn wooden bench near the helm, and I do,
LYDIA’S POVI can’t believe it. Aria—of all people—is here, in this town. The same woman who, alongside Ethan, destroyed everything for me. My engagement party, my future with a wealthy and powerful man, was obliterated in a single night because of them. I remember that night so vividly, it still makes my blood boil.I was at the height of my game, about to secure a life of luxury by marrying my ex-fiancé, a man who believed I was pregnant with his child. I had played my cards perfectly—or so I thought. Ethan, my ex, and his little sidekick, Aria, showed up to the party, and before I knew it, the entire charade was exposed. They humiliated me in front of everyone, revealing my lies about the pregnancy.“Fucking bitch! Show me your face again and see what I do to you.”My ex-fiancé was livid, of course. He couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he threatened me, telling me that if I ever dared to show my face again, he would make me regret it. I w
ARIA'S POV My husband and boss Adam, is laughing at every joke that leaves the lips of his first love while I watch them through the glass doors that separates his office from mine. I had been dutifully preparing some documents that needed his signature and also setting up his meetings for the day like I have done for 7 years as his secretary but since Sophia’s arrival, I have been unable to get any work done. I feel a pang in my chest every time Adam laughs, almost tearing up at the thought that he has never laughed like that around me. I stare at her slender frame, her lush black hair that bounces back into place even when she throws her head back in laughter and the grace in every of her movements. Sophia is an epitome of feminine grace and every of her features is proof of why Adam has been hung up over her even though they separated years ago. Even though he married me. The dark binds of his office are brought down abruptly, blocking my view of them both and now all I can see i
ARIA'S POV I am speechless for the next few seconds as his words hit me like a freight train. I wait. I wait for his hard eyes to soften with remorse at the harsh words he threw at me but that doesn’t happen. He is glowering at me, nose flaring angrily. “Adam, how…how could you say that to me?” I say, my eyes crossing over to Sophia who is now hiding her own frame behind his tall, muscular one, “In front of her?” “Because it’s the truth!” He yells again, startling me into making a small helpless sound. Adam has never yelled at me. And even though it hurts me to admit that he is truly saying the truth, he has never said it to my face and I never really thought he would. I have always known it yet it hurts to hear it come from him. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking my heart and making me bleed out with so much pain. He runs his fingers through his hair, seeming frustrated. Like he would rather not have this conversation with me. And just when I think it is over, he cont
ARIA'S POV Grandmother’s funeral is being held on a gloomy day, much to my displeasure. I listened to the weather forecast so I could choose the perfect day for the funeral, and according to the forecast, the day is supposed to be sunny and bright just like Grandmother. I feel duped standing by grandmother’s grave with the sky covered in clouds that only worsen the dark and depressing feeling that has settled in my guts since her death. I have cried so much that I have no tears left to shed at grandmother’s grave and now have to wear dark sunglasses to hide how red and puffy my eyes are rather than to complement my black dress. There are a few people hanging around the other graves in the cemetery to pay their last respects to their loved ones and at each grave, there are at least two people; couples holding each other, families comforting each other and even church processions. I am alone, with no one to comfort me since no one else bothered to attend my grandmother's funeral. W
ADAM’S POV I want a divorce. The words circle around my head non-stop. Of all the shits I have had the pleasure of hearing–and trust me, I hear a lot of crap as a CEO–Aria asking for a divorce out of nowhere has to be the worst. I am a man who takes pride in my strength and ability to handle situations no matter how unexpected they are. It comes with the job, yet for some reason, I am unable to utter a single word or move my feet until she gets into the car with my uncle. When I finally come to my senses, she is long gone, leaving me to drown in the pool of shock she created. I am shocked at her audacity; the way she looked me in the eyes as she hit me with those words. Aria’s cold hazel eyes totally betrayed the meek and timid trait that I have only ever known her for. I am equally shocked at myself for actually being affected by it when I shouldn't have batted an eyelash, after all, I never wanted to marry her. The three years of living with Aria felt like I was in bondage creat