ARIA’S POVAfter a hard day at work with all those projects and meetings, Adam’s driver picked me up to drop me home—his house—I can’t call it my home. Adam has informed me that he has some very important meetings to attend and that I shouldn’t wait for him.This guy! These days, he’s been acting like he really is my husband. The irony is that when he was, he didn’t care, but now that he isn’t, he does. It’s infuriating and confusing, leaving me torn between anger and a flicker of hope.As I step in, the house looks quiet and empty.“Where’s Grandpa?”“He’s at the hospital for his checkup, Madam.”Even though the maid addresses me as ‘madam’, I can sense the insincerity in her tone. She's been rude to me countless times before when I lived here. I nod politely and head to my room without looking back at her.Yet, I can't shake the feeling that she may be frowning at me or feeling disgusted. It's a reminder that despite the title, I'm still an outsider in this house.After dinner, just
ARIA’S POVSophia's reckless behavior leaves me incredulous. If Adam hadn't intervened when he did, who knows what harm she might have inflicted. Her actions reveal a disturbing disregard for the safety of those around her, especially considering her condition. The fear of what could have happened sends chills down my spine, making me realize just how dangerous and desperate she is.Even though I'm not injured, Adam rushes both of us to the hospital, insisting on a check-up because of the blows. His concern is evident, and while I appreciate his vigilance, the whole situation feels surreal. As we head to the hospital, I can't help but feel a mix of relief and lingering anxiety over what just happened.As Adam drives, Sophia's relentless chatter fills the car. Despite the tense atmosphere, she seems determined to keep talking, her words slicing through the air like knives.“Aria? Are you fine? Is your baby alright?”What the hell? How did she even find out about my ‘baby’? This baby si
ADAM’S POVHere I am again, stuck in the midst of this endless drama. While my Aria isn't one for theatrics, Sophia is another story altogether.“Adam! Come home quick. Something happened.”When I received Sophia's text, I didn't stop to think or ask why she was there. My mind immediately jumped to Aria and Grandpa, and I rushed home without a second thought. Once I arrived, I was appalled to see Aria and Sophia in a scuffle. I couldn't believe my eyes. Sophia's presence was infuriating, especially since she had been repeatedly warned to stay away. She's the main cause of all this trouble. Sophia thought that I rushed home because of her text, believing I came for her. In reality, my concern was for Aria, fearing Sophia might hurt her.As we were at the hospital, I watched Sophia. At first, I found it strange how she didn’t complain of any abdominal pain, yet the doctor announced she had a miscarriage. Even in the car, she didn't seem to be in any distress. Instead, she kept asking
ARIA’S POVMy question doesn't seem to faze Sophia at all. Instead, she keeps running her mouth, accusing me of turning off the cameras beforehand. Her accusations are relentless, and her confidence in her lies is infuriating. How can she be so brazen, so sure of herself? It's almost as if she’s rehearsed this act a thousand times.“Perhaps because you were going to do something else while no one was at home?”In fact, she's the one who barged in and charged at me, despite my efforts to avoid a confrontation. Yet here she is, turning everything around and making it seem like I'm the aggressor. The sheer audacity of her actions is infuriating.Nonetheless her accusations, especially about the cameras, are a clever move. She’s trying to create doubt, to make it seem like I’m the one hiding something. It’s a manipulative tactic, designed to turn the suspicion back onto me. And it’s working—her calmness, her relentless talking, it’s all designed to make me look guilty.“How did you know n
ARIA’S POVAdam, as usual, does not care! Sophia’s pleas and words weigh more than mine, of course.“Okay, Sophia… I’ll stay.”Adam turns to me says that whatever I have to say can wait for later until Sophia is in a stable condition.His dismissiveness stings, and I feel my heart sink. How can he so easily brush aside my feelings and concerns? Anger and frustration bubble up inside me, but I swallow them down, knowing this isn’t the time or place. It’s just like before—my words, my emotions, always taking a backseat.Frankly speaking, I am upset seeing Adam taking Sophia’s side. All this time, I was right in thinking that he hasn't changed. His behavior towards me has only been for Grandpa's sake. The realization hits me hard, and it’s disheartening to see him prioritize Sophia's words over mine. It's as if every kind gesture, every moment that made me think he might care, was just an act. My heart aches, and frustration wells up inside me. I feel used, betrayed, and deeply hurt.How
ADAM’S POVI find it strange that Sophia keeps mentioning Aria’s baby, something that was discussed only among Grandpa, Aria, and me. How could she know? Then, Aria’s words come back to me, and the pieces start to fit together.“Don’t worry about me, Sophia. I’m not pregnant. I wonder where you got such news!”Indeed, who could have told Sophia about it? Perhaps this explains why she barged in and charged at Aria, just as Aria had mentioned earlier. Or, perhaps, could it be that Aria herself said it out of anger just to provoke Sophia? Maybe my Aria was feeling jealous and she just blurted something out at that time. But she isn’t pregnant, and I really don’t understand why Aria would say such a thing directly to Sophia, for Aria never lies. I can't shake off the unsettling feeling that something isn't right. Aria's honesty is unquestionable, and her words echo in my mind, leaving me perplexed. There's a knot of confusion and concern tightening in my chest as I try to piece together
ADAM’S POVI realize I have a spy in my house, which is a serious matter. From the start, we’ve treated our maids well and paid them generously. I was furious when I recently discovered that Aria had been treated like a maid. When I confronted the maids about it, they all bowed in silence, explaining that my mother had compelled them to mistreat Aria or risk being fired or having their salaries cut.I specifically instructed the maids to show respect to my wife when she returned, yet here is this maid crossing the line, having the audacity to be in cahoots with Sophia, who isn't even a member of our family. I swear, I am so mad and trying hard to control my anger, while Sophia keeps talking non-stop. Her voice grates on my nerves, adding to my frustration.“Our first baby, Adam… The baby you’ve always desired is gone because of her!”I guess this actress didn’t notice her phone and, worse, she didn't see that I had noticed the sender of the text message she just received.“Will you a
ARIA’S POVI am finally home with my dad and two brothers, who are overjoyed to have me back. They’re eager to know the details of my return, but I’m hesitant. If I reveal everything, they won’t spare Adam. So, I just told them I wasn’t feeling at ease and that I gave Grandpa a plausible excuse to stay here until his memory returns.We are all sitting in the living room and catching up, when Regis visit us. “Hi! What a pleasant surprise!”I am overjoyed when Regis arrives. His presence is like a breath of fresh air, a reminder of stability amidst the chaos. My family welcomes him warmly; they have known and trusted him for years, even longer than they’ve known me. His bond with my family adds to my sense of comfort and security, making me feel less alone in this turbulent time.“Shall we go to the study room to discuss?”I need to speak to Regis and I am sure he has a lot going on in his mind as well. “Sure.”I tell my brothers and Dad that we shall be back soon, and they nod in und