CHAPTER 4

Aria's POV

I went to my office after I signed our divorce paper. I knew I should go, but I had many things in my hand that I didn't want to leave without giving instructions about them.

I took my time to write the next step and the necessary confirmations for each matter I personally handled while he was in coma. I knew I could tell him directly, but I didn't want to see him anymore.

I spent the whole day in my office, just waiting for someone to kick me out of the house, but it never came. So I also took the chance to make some calls to find a small apartment where I could go after I left this house.

Aiden didn't say anything about when I should go, but I was planning to stay at least until tonight and leave before dawn.

I didn't want anyone to see me leaving.

Fortunately, no one disturbed me in my office. It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I finished all of the things I had prepared for him and his pack. I didn't have lunch and dinner, and by the time I was already in bed, my stomach was growling from hunger.

It was almost midnight, and I was sure the whole house was already sleeping.

I had no idea if Emmaline was here, as I didn't meet anyone after my counter with Aiden. But my woman instinct was telling me was because Aiden was already free of me . So, there was nothing stopping them from being together anymore.

I shoved my blanket and rose from the bed. As much as I didn't want to leave my room, my hunger wouldn't let me sleep.

I carefully walked the corridor, hoping I wouldn't meet anyone, when I heard footsteps by the stairs and something bumping against the wall.

I remained frozen in my spot, expecting the worst. What if it was them? Wrapped in each other's arms, kissing each other? I was sure that was possible because, in many instances, Aiden carried me in his arms from the ground floor to our room while we devoured each other's mouth.

I was still contemplating if I should turn around when Aiden finally came into view.

He was alone.

And on the way his body was bumping and pressing on the wall, I could tell he was drunk. He drinks occasionally, but not so heavily like this.

“ Aria!” He exclaimed when he saw me.

“ Aiden.”

“ I thought you left.”

“ I am leaving tomorrow.”

“ Sssh…. Nonsense. This house is too big. Stay.”

My eyebrows raised as I watched him approach me. I had never seen him like this drunk, so I had no idea how he usually acted in this condition.

“ I have a big problem,” he said as he stopped in front of me . “ I have two women in my house, and I'm only one. Imagine that, two!”

He raised his hands and showed me three fingers before he chuckled. “ Oh, fuck. I don't know how to count anymore.”

“ Aiden, you're drunk. Go to bed.”

“ Tell me, my beautiful wife. Did I drink while we were together?”

I nodded. “ But not as drunk as you are now.”

“ Hmmmm, does it mean I never had problems while I was with?”

“ Maybe…”

“ I only drink hard when I don't know what to do with my life.”

“ You should go to bed. It's late.” My eyes pooled with tears. If what he was saying was true, then at least I knew I never gave him a problem until now.

“ Are you not going to scold me? A wife does that when their husband drinks too much.”

“ Aiden, I'm not your wife anymore.”

“ Says who?”

“ I'll take you to your room,” I told him. This act he was playing was just breaking my heart.

“ Ssshh… Emmaline is in my room.” He put his fingers on his lips, telling me to be quiet.

My forehead creased. There was no way I would volunterily returned Aiden to her, instead, I made a detour and took him to one of the guestrooms at the farthest end of the second floor. The same floor of the room I was occupying.

“ 🎼� What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive… 🎼🎼”

Aiden was singing while we walked through the corridor and into the room. I couldn't help smiling, yet my eyes were getting misty.

I would miss this. I'd miss the way he'd sing at me whenever I was upset with him. It was his way of making me laugh because , for the life of me, he couldn't carry a tune.

“🎼🎼 And it's you and me and all of the people. And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes of you.🎼🎼”

I lowered his body onto the bed, but his and snaked around my waist so that he was able to take me with him, and I landed on him.

“ Aiden…” My voice came out throaty as my heart thudded loudly. It had been over a month since we became intimate, and with the situation we were in, I had no idea why the thought of sleeping with him crossed my mind.

I should learn to forget him. I should move on.

But maybe for tonight, I will let my eyes devour him. He was still singing with his eyes closed, and both his arms were now holding my body closer to him.

My hands on his chest were my leverage, so I could keep staring at him, trying to memorise his features.

All of a sudden, his eyes snapped open, and then he stopped singing. His hand on my waist moved up to cup the nape of my neck, and before I could think straight, he had already pushed my head closer.

One mouth crashed against each other.