ARIA’S POVWeeks passed, and although Neal and I did not hear any rumours about our relationship, I can bet that they were all speaking ill behind our backs. We never tried to reveal the truth to dispel the rumors or stop the gossips, because our private life is no one’s business.I believe Adam is still be believing those rumors, but who cares! His opinion does not matter to me anymore.Today is a significant day for me—a grand charity auction featuring numerous antique pieces which mostly elderly people would be fascinated about, and I have always been passionate about.Upon arriving, I notice the venue is bustling with people. However, being the general manager of Jackson Paragon, I am accorded a VIP seat, ensuring I have the best view of the exquisite items up for bid.As the auction commences, I watch intently as various items are presented and bids start flying. Despite the impressive array of antiques, none catch my eye. I remain patient, waiting for that one special piece that
ARIA’S POVMy retort is sharp, my tone defiant as I refuse to yield to their intimidation."I'm here for the bidding, what else do you want me to say?"But instead of a serious response, their reaction catches me off guard. Elodie and Eva erupt into laughter, their mocking tones reverberating through the room like a discordant melody.Their laughter grates on my nerves, but I refuse to let them see my vulnerability. Instead, I join in, my laughter mirroring theirs. Their expressions shift from amusement to confusion, as if they expected me to crumble under their mockery.“How can a poor person as you buy anything from here?”Elodie continues mocking me, while Eva does not waste any time to chime in.“Are you sure you got the right address?”“Better you go home, instead of embarrassing yourself.”Elodie is really getting on my nerves. She's neither my mother nor my mother-in-law, so she has no right to boss me around like this.Now that I am interacting with them, I ask them the most i
EVA’S POVMy mother and I are equally stunned when this bitch swipes her black card and the payment is approved. The collective gasps from those around us seem to elevate her sense of superiority. Since when does Aria have billions? She was always the poorest and most miserable person I've ever encountered. The transformation is shocking and leaves me grappling with disbelief. After the payment is through, Aria is supposed to give back the antique piece, but she does not.“Hand it over to me now.”My mother insists, her voice growing more firm, but Aria merely smiles at her, a condescending smirk that makes it seem as if my mother has just cracked a joke. It's as if Aria finds the whole situation amusing, adding to the tension in the air.“But I bought it. Why should I return it back?”My mother persists, reiterating that the purpose of the auction is for Aria to return the necklace, emphasizing its charitable nature. But Aria remains steadfast in her refusal. The audacity of this w
ARIA’S POVI am pleased that Grandpa’s antique piece is safe with me. Since that day, after Eva and Elodie literally begged me to return the necklace, I refused. I wanted them to run to Adam and complain, which I was certain they did. Thereafter, no one has approached me about it again.Just when I thought I could enjoy a peaceful week, and as I'm heading out the door on my way to work, my assistant Mario calls me with some fresh news to share. The news is something I was expecting.“Miss… There are pictures of you and Regis Miller in circulation online with caption stating that you’re his mistress.”This is not it. He tells me that they are also spreading rumours about my divorce and that they are still calling me a slut for sleeping with Neal Jackson. Will they ever stop talking like this about Neal and me?“Oh, really!”“I’ve forwarded the photo to you. It’s when you and Regis had dinner together.”“I’ll have a look. Just take care of the office matters in the meantime.”Mario agre
ADAM’S POVI am sitting in my office when my assistant bursts in with such urgency that I turn my head in astonishment. He doesn't even bother knocking.“Boss! Did you hear this? Aria is being disgraced online.”He tells me that a photo of Regis and Aria having dinner at a restaurant has gone viral and that this is why we have been divorced. Moreover, the rumors speak about Neal Jackson and Aria’s link up. My blood boils as he narrates everything to me. He even tells me that reporters have reached Jackson Paragon to pester Neal and Aria.I can imagine what Aria is going through.“Who’s spreading those kind of rumors?”Assuming he will leave to investigate, I direct my gaze back to the documents. However, he leaves me baffled when he reveals that Eva and my mother are the ones behind the rumors. I did ask them to retrieve Grandpa’s antique piece, but not in this manner—not by hurting Aria. I've hurt Aria too many times already, and now they are both adding salt to her wounds. Guilt wa
ARIA’S POVI want to call Adam and blast him over the phone for tarnishing my reputation, but then I decide to stay silent on the subject. He might be doing this to provoke me into calling him first and agreeing to all his demands, but I'm not going to let that happen. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of thinking he's in control.Suddenly, my phone rings. It's Eva. As I pick up, her familiar giggle filters through the line, a sound that sends a shiver of irritation down my spine. I brace myself, knowing exactly what’s coming next. Her tone is dripping with amusement, a prelude to whatever condescending remark or veiled threat she’s about to make.“Are you returning back Grandpa’s antique piece or not?”Her voice is laced with a mocking tone that instantly makes my blood boil. The smugness in her question is palpable, as if she believes she holds all the power. If she thinks she can intimidate me into submission with her threats, she's sorely mistaken.Anger and defiance surge thr
ARIA’S POVIt's high time to host a press conference and clear up all the rumors that have been circulating about Neal and me for the past few days. The falsehoods and gossip have gone on long enough, and it's time to set the record straight.This situation requires a direct and decisive approach, and addressing the media head-on is the only way to present the truth and put an end to the speculation.As we reach the conference room, reporters from countless channels are gathered, eager and expectant, as if this sensational news is going to earn them a lot of money. The buzz of excitement and the flashing cameras make it clear they are anticipating a major scoop.I have to be honest; I start feeling claustrophobic as the room is packed with reporters. They don't even bother to maintain a distance, swarming around like a pride of lions hunting their prey. The intensity of their presence is overwhelming, and I can feel the pressure mounting.“Have you both decided to announce your weddin
ADAM’S POVAs I realize that Eva is behind spreading those rumors, I feel a surge of anger coursing through me. How could she stoop so low? The betrayal cuts deep, and I can't shake the sense of disbelief that someone I once considered family could betray me in such a way.Without a moment's hesitation, I head home, my mind racing with thoughts of confrontation and retribution. Eva's actions have ignited a fire within me, and I'm determined to extinguish it once and for all.As soon as I walk into Eva’s room, I find both my mother and her glued to the television, where a live press conference is just beginning. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel my anger simmering beneath the surface as I watch the screen. It's clear that whatever is being said in that conference is significant.Eva and my mother spot me as I enter the room, but instead of immediately unleashing my anger on them, I find myself drawn to the television screen. My eyes fixate on the broadcast, where I se
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