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.
Liam’s POVThe soft hum of the office was all but drowned out by the growing frustration in my head. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for my assistant to return with any new information.It had been weeks since I first noticed the divorce papers were missing, and no one seemed to
Aria's POVAfter leaving the track, I couldn’t shake the weight of Liam’s question.*Do you regret how things ended between us?* The words echoed in my mind, pulling at something I wasn’t ready to confront. I’d walked away, leaving him standing there, but the truth was, I didn’t have an answer.At
And for a while, it worked.The music, the lights, the crowd—it all blurred together in a haze that dulled the edge of my frustration. Isabella had always been good at pulling me out of my own head, her carefree attitude a welcome distraction.“So,” she said as we clinked glasses, her eyes twinkling