Aria’s POVThe office buzzed with the typical hum of activity—people typing, phones ringing, muted conversations in the background. But none of that noise reached me.“You’re not listening to me, Liam,” I snapped, leaning forward in my chair. The conference room felt too small, like his frustration
“Liam, I’m sorry, I—”But he cut me off with a cold, measured tone that sent a shiver down my spine. “No, Aria. You’ve made yourself incredibly clear. If that’s what you think of me, then we don’t have anything further to discuss.”I opened my mouth to argue, to apologize again, but the finality in
Aria’s POVThe office buzzed around me, but the tension between Liam and me was almost suffocating. It had been days since our fight, and though I threw myself into my work, I couldn’t shake the lingering sense of regret.Every time I passed Liam in the hallway or sat across from him in meetings, it
Logan’s expression flickered, but he kept his cool. “What do you mean?”“I mean... maybe your interest in me wasn’t as genuine as I thought. Maybe it had more to do with Liam than with me.”He didn’t deny it. Instead, he smiled that charming, disarming smile of his. “You’re smarter than people give
Liam’s POVThe words from our last fight looped endlessly in my mind as I paced the empty office. I hadn’t been able to focus since Aria stormed out, her cold stare etched into my memory.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing there, accusing me of being the same man I was six years ago. It
But the moment was gone. She shook her head and grabbed her bag. “I’m leaving. I can’t deal with this right now.”I watched as she walked out the door, frustration boiling over inside me. Why was it always like this with her? One step forward, two steps back.The second she started to open up, somet
Aria's POVI tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but the numbers blurred together. It was no use. My mind kept drifting back to that night—finding the divorce papers on Liam’s desk. It had been a reckless decision to take them, one I hadn’t fully processed until now. At the time, it f
---Later that evening, I was at the garage, helping with some last-minute preparations when Joe wandered in. He was carrying a crumpled sheet of paper, his usual playful grin plastered across his face.“Hey, mama!” he called, waving the paper at me. “Guess what I made!”I smiled at his enthusiasm.