CHAPTER 18

Victor’s POV

I can’t believe it. This is real. I’m divorced.

I stared at the signed divorce agreement in my hand, my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and regret. Even after a few days, it still felt unreal, like a nightmare I couldn't wake from.

How the hell did it come to this? I always thought Aria would come back, asking to reconcile, but I hadn't heard a word from her. Maybe I was wrong to think she'd miss me.

The silence was deafening, and the emptiness was beginning to trouble me, an ache I couldn't shake.

Home had become a place of discomfort, a constant reminder of what I'd lost. The food didn’t taste right; it was bland, lifeless, missing the touch that only Aria could bring.

I stood up from my desk and wandered over to the window, looking out but not really seeing what’s outside. Instead I kept remembering Aria and how she always prepared my things at home — what I needed for work, what I wanted for breakfast, what medicines I had to take.

God, I can’t even find my ties and