Chapter 10

ARIA'S POV

I watched as Dante's face crumpled in disbelief. His eyes, usually so confident, now looked lost and scared.

"You don't actually mean that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?"

I took a step closer to him, steeling myself. "I meant every word, Dante."

Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating. As I looked at him, I felt a wave of self-pity wash over me.

Here I was, pregnant with his child, and I couldn't even tell him. How could I, when he was acting like such a prick? I wanted to tell him, God knows I wanted to, but the words just wouldn't come.

"Why?" Dante's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and demanding.

"Why what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"Why do you want a divorce?" He looked at me as if I was a stranger, and maybe I was. Maybe we had both become strangers to each other.

I took a step back, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm tired, Dante. Tired of everything."

His face softened a bit, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of