Aria’s POV
I emerged from Victor’s company building, feeling unsure of my next move. As I hailed a cab, I found myself giving the driver Jessica's home address.
Jessica had been my best friend since high school, but our communication had dwindled. Since I’d gotten married, she had persistently advised me to consider divorce, a sentiment she had expressed numerous times.
Perhaps I should heed her advice. I’ve just been too stubborn, not listening to her all these years.
Despite Jessica's disapproval and anger over my unwavering support for Victor, I held onto the hope that he would eventually reciprocate my feelings.
Oh God, I was so stupid.
I stood at her doorstep, mustered up the courage, and knocked on the door. When Jessica opened it, she didn’t say anything at first but just looked at me as if she'd seen a ghost.
“Hi,” I tentatively greeted her and managed to force a smile.
"Aria?” She let me in, but then, she seemed to instantly notice the troubled look on my face. Frowning, she added, “If you're here just to complain about Victor and not to finally leave him, then I think it’s best that you just go back to him.”
I sighed. This was exactly what I used to do. Now I realized how disappointed and frustrated Jessica had been with me.
"Jessica, I... I'm deeply sorry. I want you to know that I've made the decision to divorce him." Despite my stumbling words, I pushed myself to express it clearly.
She remained silent, her frown unchanged. "I mean it," I continued. "I've already left the divorce papers in his office."
"Can I stay at your place for a while?” I went on. “I have nowhere else to go... But if it's too much to ask, I completely under —."
Before I could finish, she cut me off. "Are you serious? Of course, you can stay! Thank goodness you're finally leaving that jerk!"
"Come here, you," she said, enveloping me in a tight hug. I welcomed her embrace, grateful for the warmth and support it offered. My heart raced with excitement and nervousness.
"Wait a moment," Jessica said, guiding me to the couch.
To my surprise, she produced two beers from the freezer. I chuckled, "Are we celebrating?"
"Yes, absolutely! I'm thrilled!"
"I'm sorry, Jess, but I can't," I said. She paused, stunned and confused. So I quickly explained, "I'm pregnant."
Her mouth hung open, as if her jaw might hit the floor. "What? That jerk treated you so badly and still got you pregnant?!"
I was speechless, concerned that she might be angry with me. Then, she crouched down and addressed my belly solemnly, "Don't grow up to be like your dad." We locked eyes and burst into laughter.
We sank into the plush cushions and began chatting. I sensed that Jessica was gearing up to criticize Victor, but I didn't intervene because I knew she was defending me.
"He made you do everything for him! Treated you like a maid. He only cares about his damn work. Has he ever thanked you even once? Never!" Jessica's arms crossed over her chest, her voice growing more heated with each word.
"If it wasn't for your dad's help, he’d still be nobody. And you graduated from a prestigious university. Who the hell is he to look down on you?"
Jessica's words reminded me of my own worth. Seeing her so passionate warmed my heart, and I was grateful she was still my friend. I gently patted her hands. "Don't be angry. It's not worth it. I really don't care about him anymore."
Suddenly, Jessica sat up straight, her expression serious. I felt a pang of unease, unsure what had changed. Then she nodded and said, "That's good. Now you're completely Aria Everhart, not Mrs. Thorn."
“Yeah, you bet! And I never really felt like Mrs. Thorn to start with.” We both laughed, and I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door startled us, and we exchanged anxious glances.
Jessica, with a hint of trepidation, called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Victor," came the somewhat distorted reply from the other side.
Surprised, I whispered, "How did he find this place?"
Sensing my unease, Jessica quickly gestured for me to retreat inside, saying, "Get in. Let me handle him." Understanding her intention to shield me from the impending confrontation, I complied and disappeared into a nearby room.
From my hiding spot, I heard Jessica open the door, and Victor's urgent, slightly angry voice inquiring about my whereabouts. Jessica's response was curt and cold, "How would I know? She's your wife. Just go home and check, okay?"
"I did check home, I'm not clueless. But she wasn't there!" Victor sounded exasperated. "I went to the office and heard that she had caused trouble again. Where could she..."
"Hey, watch your mouth!" Jessica interjected, her voice now sharp with anger. “She’s never been a troublemaker. There’s nothing wrong with Aria, so maybe it’s you. You’re the one who’s to blame!”
He was at it again, unjustly blaming me. With a heavy sigh, I realized I couldn't keep avoiding the confrontation. I couldn’t just leave it for Jessica to handle. Stepping out, I faced Victor, who paused upon seeing me, then demanded, "I knew you were here. Come home with me now."
Calmly, I replied, "I've told you, I want a divorce. This isn't a joke. I've already given the papers to Shane; you can ask her."
Victor's expression turned sour immediately. "Can't we talk at home? Don't embarrass me."
Surprisingly, I should have been furious, but instead, I felt oddly calm. "See, Victor, you always think I embarrass you. Why can't we just let each other go?"
With a bitter sigh, I added, "I really loved you, Victor. But I don't think I can hold on any longer." Exhaustion weighed heavily on me as I tried to close the door, signaling for him to leave.
However, he grabbed my arm, forcing me to face him again. "You will never divorce me, Aria!" he spat angrily. "Never. Because you are mine. Only mine!"
Victor’s POVFor a moment, Aria seemed stunned. Then, she quickly recovered, attempting to wrench her hand away. "I'm not your possession. Not anymore, Victor."Behind her, Jessica glared at me. “I think you should leave now. This is my house and you are not welcome here.”I wanted to say more. But Jessica pushed me away and slammed the door. “This isn’t over, Aria,” I shouted angrily. I stormed back to my office, my mind reeling with anger and confusion. How could Aria do this? And why didn't Shane tell me about the divorce agreement earlier? I barged in, slamming the door behind me."Shane, what the hell?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"Shane looked flustered, her eyes darting around the room. "I... I thought it was just some petty fight," she stammered. "Aria was being dramatic, as usual. I didn't think it was serious.""Petty fight?" I repeated incredulously. "She filed for divorce, Shane! This is serious!"Shane took a step bac
Aria’s POVI sat on the couch, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, lost in my thoughts. My hand, which held my phone, was trembling. I was trying my best to be brave, but I was also scared and uncertain of the future. I honestly still hadn’t thought about where to go from here. Why does Victor have to make it so hard? He never cared about me, anyway!Troy, my friend Jessica's boyfriend, sat across from me, his eyes filled with concern.“Sorry, Aria… Am I causing you trouble?” he asked, his voice soft.I looked up, meeting his gaze. “No, not at all,” I replied, forcing a smile. “It's fine.”“Okay. I was just calling you because Jess is done cooking dinner for us.”“Alright, I’ll be right there. Thanks.”Jessica was like a sister to me, and staying at her house felt more like home than the mansion where I’d been living with Victor for the past years. As Troy and I walked to the kitchen, the delicious aroma of Jessica's cooking filled the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.D
Aria’s POVI glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. It was 11 o'clock, and Victor was exactly an hour late. My fingers drummed impatiently on the polished mahogany table in Atty. Parker's office. “He demanded I be punctual all the time,” I muttered, my voice edged with frustration. “He'd start urging me the moment I was even a little slow. Now look at him.”Atty. Parker, my lawyer, gave me a sympathetic nod. “We'll give him a few more minutes, Aria,” he said, her tone calm and professional. “He's probably stuck in traffic.”I wasn't convinced. I felt like he was doing this on purpose. I pulled out my phone and dialed Victor's number again, but it went straight to voicemail, just like the previous times. “He's not answering,” I said, exasperation seeping into my voice.“Let's wait a bit longer,” Atty. Parker suggested, trying to soothe my impatience.Just as I was about to lose my temper completely, the door swung open. Victor walked in, looking disheveled and tired
Aria’s POV“What does this have to do with Shane?” Victor's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusing.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to remain calm. “Victor, just sign the agreement. We don't need to drag this out.”Victor's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his tone condescending. “She and I are just friends and business partners. Why are you always so suspicious?”I took a deep breath, swallowing my frustration. “This isn't about Shane.”Victor scoffed, turning his attention back to Atty. Parker. “She's always like this. Always looking for a reason to argue.”Atty. Parker cleared his throat, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. “Let's stay focused on the matter at hand.”Victor ignored him, directing his gaze back to me. “If you leave me, you won't be able to do anything, right? You haven't worked for five years. How will you find a job? If you don't divorce me, I can give you money, jewelry, or a job. Why are you so damn eager to leave?”His words stung, but t
Aria’s POVSamuel looked surprised to see us. His expression was guarded as he approached Victor and me on the street. “Hello, Aria,” he greeted me with a hint of warmth. “Victor,” he added, barely acknowledging his presence.“Samuel,” Victor replied, his tone clipped and icy.I glanced between the two men, sensing the tension. “Samuel, what are you doing here?” I asked.“I arranged to meet someone for business in this building,” Samuel explained, gesturing vaguely towards the entrance. “Their office is here. What about you two? What brings you here?”Before I could respond, Victor cut in. “That's none of your business, Samuel.”I noticed the sharpness in Victor's voice and wondered what had transpired between them. Ignoring the hostility, I decided to answer Samuel's question myself.“We're here to finalize our divorce at my lawyer's office,” I said matter-of-factly without any feelings. “It's almost done.”Samuel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? The two of you are getting
Aria’s POVI stood at the doorstep of my childhood home, my heart heavy with the news I was about to deliver. Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell and waited. The familiar sound of footsteps approached, and the door swung open to reveal my parents, their faces lighting up at the sight of me.“Aria, darling! What a surprise,” my mother exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug.“Come inside,” Dad urged with a big smile. “What brings you here, Aria?”“Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you,” I said, stepping back to look at their concerned faces.We sat down in the living room, and I braced myself for their reaction. I decided it was best to just be direct and get it over and done with quickly. “Victor and I are getting a divorce,” I blurted out, my voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve already signed the documents.”They looked shocked. Mom gasped and seemed like she was about to cry. “Divorce? Why, Aria? Has Victor been treating you poorly?” My father's voice was filled with anger and conce
Aria’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, my heart suddenly thumping very fast. Why is he calling me?“How are you?” Samuel's voice was as gentle and strong as ever. “Do you have a moment to talk?”“Yeah, I'm free. What's up?” I replied, trying to sound casual. I found it odd that he was calling me. “I just wanted to let you know that my assistant found a bracelet in my car after it went for maintenance. I think it's yours.”My heart skipped a beat. How did he know it was mine? Did he remember me wearing it that night? “Oh, right. I do remember misplacing a bracelet. I didn't realize it was in your car.”“Yeah, it must have slipped off your wrist. When can I drop it off to you?” Samuel asked.I hesitated. The bracelet wasn't anything too valuable, and I didn't want him to go out of his way. I also felt like meeting up with him right after my divorce wasn’t appropriate, especially since Victor was suspicious of us. “You know, it’s not worth much,” I said slowly, choosin
Aria’s POVAs I slipped into a stylish dress and a pair of high-heeled pumps which I hardly used, I heard Jessica's excited voice echo from downstairs.“Aria, there's a luxury car parked out front! And a really handsome guy just got out of it!”I hurried to the window and peered outside. There, stepping out of a sleek black Mercedes, was Samuel. My heart skipped a beat. Jessica's footsteps pounded up the stairs, and moments later, she burst into the guest room with excitement. “Are you going on a date with that guy? He's gorgeous!”I chuckled and shook my head. “No, Jess. That's Samuel. I left something in his car the last time I saw him, so he said he wanted to give it to me and see me before he goes back to the Netherlands where he really lives.”“Aww, that’s a bummer,” Jessica said with a pout. “Well, you better make the most of this then!”“Actually… Samuel is Victor’s half-brother.”Jessica's smile faltered, her excitement quickly turning into concern. “Victor's brother? Are you