FIVE MONTHS AGO
ARIA'S POV"Mom, Dad, I got the job," I yelled, running downstairs with my phone in my hand as the wooden floor made creaking sounds under my feet."Ari, slow down. You're going hurt yourself," My dad who was sitting in our portable living room shouted.I jumped on the maroon couch he was sitting on, shoving my phone to his face. "Dad, I did it."He took the phone from my hand and read the message I got from Styles Company, one of the biggest Fashion Companies in Chicago. Ever since I graduated from Fashion school earlier that year, I had hoped to get employed in a big company in Chicago. I applied to different companies over the months and sent them some of my ideas as an interview but I got rejected by two companies already.When I woke up that morning, my phone lit up with a message from Style Company, another company I applied in. At first, I ignored it thinking it was another rejection message, only for me to decide to check it out and got the shock of my life."Honey, come here for a minute." My dad's grey eyes widened and he called out to my mom who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.She came out with her brunette tied in a bun, wiping her hands on her apron. "What's all the fuss this early morning?""Take a look at this." Dad handed the phone over to her."Oh my God," she shrieked before pulling me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you. I've always known you could do it. Congratulations baby.""What are we congratulating her for?" My Twenty-five-year-old brother, Xavier came down the stairs all dressed for work with his heavily pregnant fiancee beside him.Xavier graduated as an Architect two years ago and got a job with good pay in Pittsburgh where our family resides. He earned enough money for him to move out of our parent's house and start a life on his own but he didn't because he squander all his money on drinks and girls.His fiancee, Savannah was my best friend that I met when I got into fashion school. When she started visiting our house, I noticed she was getting too close to my brother, so I warned her to stay away from him.Little did I know that she was seeing my brother behind my back but the truth was revealed when she got pregnant at the beginning of our final year. She got thrown out of the house by her family, so she had no choice but to come to my brother to take her in.My brother who was not ready to settle down denied the baby but my parents who knew what was going on between them forced him to take responsibility. Being the middle child, Savannah was cut off from her parent's support which made her drop out of school. But my brother promised to get her back in school after she delivered their baby."Your sister just got a job as a fashion designer in Chicago," Dad announced as Mom showed him the message on my phone."Wow, that's amazing." He smiled and pulled my cheeks. "Congratulations, little sis. You are finally growing up.""Congratulations, Ari," Savannah said from behind my brother with a smile on her lips."Thanks." I forced a smile back.After I found out the truth about Savannah and my brother, our relationship has been strained. I was mad that she disregarded my warning but I was madder than she ruin her future by getting pregnant.Savannah was one of the brightest and most talented students in my class. With her talent and her family's wide connection, Savannah was bound to have a great future in the fashion industry but she ruined all that by getting deceived by my brother and getting pregnant. I knew it wasn't my dreams that were put on hold but it didn't stop me from getting mad."It's good to start a new week with good news," My dad said with a wide smile on his face."As much as I want to keep celebrating, I have to get to work in thirty minutes," Xavier added, reminding everyone of their early schedule.My father works as a reporter in a struggling press company while my mom owns a small cafeteria downtown. Even with the little income they made, my parents made sure they gave me and my brother the education we deserved. They provided everything we needed without complaints even when things were not going well for them.I promised that I was going to repay them for everything they did for me because I couldn't have gotten to that point without their support.After breakfast, everyone left for their various workplace, leaving Savannah and me alone in the house. I was sitting in the living room alone, wondering who to call among my friends to give them the good news when Savannah strolled into the living room, rubbing her seven months old pregnancy."It's going to be boring with you here." She sat on the couch opposite me, trying to pike up a conversation."It's not my fault that you are stuck here." I stood up and walked away from her.Yeah, that was rude but It was already coming out of my mouth before I could stop it.As I got into my room, I received an incoming call from Lena, my senior from the fashion school who was more like a friend. Lena graduated a year before me and got a job at Styles Company. When I was applying to different companies in Chicago, she encourage me to try my luck at Styles and I was happy I did."Hi Lena," I answered in a happy tone."Judging by how happy you sound, I assume you have good news.""Yes. I got the job." I squealed and she joined in."That's awesome. When do you start?""Next week but I have to find an apartment and settle down this week.""Instead of stressing yourself to look for an apartment, why not just move in with me? My apartment is five minutes walk to the company.""Really?" I asked with a wide smile on my face."Yes. It's boring living alone, so I could use your company around here. What do you say?""Sure. I'll let my parents know.""Okay then, let me know when you will be coming. Talk to you later." She hung up.Feeling overly excited, I stood on my bed and jumped on it. My life was falling into place and I couldn't be happier about it.I took her view and entered the room. The view that my eyes chanced upon, a woman sitting at the brink of the bed and burying her face in her hands, had revved up my heartbeat; she lifted her head and looked at me. There was surprise as well as confusion in Aria's gaze."Dave…what are you doing here?" she asked, tremulous her voice.I stepped closer to her, and my heart went out to her. "Aria, please, don't do that. We have to talk. You had to know how much I love you, and we have got to do this together. Please don't make this mistake. Don't decide without you talking to me," she said.She stared into mine, her own already welling with water. "I don't know if I can do this, Dave. I'm scared… so scared."."I know you are," I said, my voice cracking as the emotions spun their way inside of me. "But I'm scared too, Aria, scared to death of letting go of you and our child. We can face this together. I love you and will be with you no matter what. Please just allow us a chance."She tremb
DAVE'S POVThe reports lay on the desk as my eyes looked at them without really seeing. It was two weeks ago—the night that had unleashed all my emotions with Aria. She hadn't been returning my calls or texts, and every time I tried to find her, the doors closed in front of me.It was as if that had been such a welcome distraction from the growing pit of dread deep in my stomach—one which it was easy to leave my focus on. Therefore, I just thought that probably Aria needed some space and time to think, and I gave it to her. But the days were beginning to slip into weeks; the chasm between us began to feel impossible to cross.I was just about to get into the other useless read-through of the reports when the shaking of my door broke with a knock. Before I could get a chance to answer, Nixon walked in, a sad look across his face."Dave, we have got to talk," he said, shutting the door.I rose to my feet; missed a beat in my heart. Nixon never did drama so whatever his news was, it had
Returning to Chicago was very much like stepping into the storm all over again. The city was the same—booming and ruthless; only I was different now. The sojourn at Pittsburgh had poured in a new perspective and a brief sabbatical from the storm that life was getting transformed into. Onwards, as I pushed open the doors and jumped into the office of the magazine, all my lugging from the past came back and sat on my shoulders again.I virtually wore the broadest smile ever as I greeted colleagues around, with their eyes to my back, and whispers trailing down the hall. News about Jax did travel fast, and however much I wanted to act like I did not hear the murmurs, they were impossible to ignore."'Did you see him? Jax is still in prison…Isn't she the one who used to go out with him?"Yeah, apparently she's trying to steer clear of any more drama. Who can blame her?"The two prattled on, voices droning in my ears as I looked down, burying myself in my work. I had the art of evasion of
Xavier had spent most of the next fortnight within the confines of the house with his baby daughter, little Aurora; mankind could attribute getting associated with the atmosphere of normality amidst these crazed minds in and around people. They made one feel slightly better, anyways. The bright spot in my life was Aurora, Xavier's baby. Her laughter and innocence diverted my mind from that hurricane inside my guts.And Xavier, he never stopped showing up. Either waiting to hold me with all of my words, many, or sitting wordless with me when my words failed. He had wars of his own, his own aches: waiting for Savannah to return, raising Aurora on his own. But it never crossed him from how he was acted at that it was of much miracle to be noble, he quared each new day with that kind of fortitude. I saw and wished I could find it in myself.And suddenly it was one of those evenings where one sat in the porch with the sunset overhead, and this very question was coming alive inside me since
ARIA'S POVAnd there was the sun, first off, up close, shining warmly but in an absolutely singular, discreet design, wringing and bright out through the blinds and all over my bed. For one moment all was also right in my world; this was just some stupid nightmare. For a brief second, there was a sense that everything in the world was also just fine; it was all just some ridiculous nightmare. But as the fog of sleep thinned, I could see the face of reality coming creaking down upon me.There was the weight of a body beside me and the familiar scent of Dave's cologne in the air. Dread consumed me as my head turned to his, slowly, heart in the throat, lying beside me, still asleep. His face really looked peaceful, quite unlike the trouble that I knew was dwelling underneath.Panic surged through me at the full force of what I had done. As soon as I lay in Dave's bed, in full nudity and all the sheets, it all came back, the way that I kissed him. I had let myself fall into the biggest t
DAVE'S POVDarkness had passed as I finally drove the old Civic through the winding city streets, my brain swirling with thoughts that snaked into a cocktail of feelings, triumph and unease. The news of Jax spread like a wildfire through the grapevine, and much as I loathed to admit, somewhere deep inside me, the thought of his downfall came with a bit of joy. That definitely had to be said: he had it coming. Not half of me, though—there was another that couldn't see past Aria's face in my head when she discovered all that she had been told. What would she do? Didn't she see this as a way to get rid of him and finally turn back to me? Or would she retreat into herself as she had retreated before, only this time even more broken?It was with all that running through my head that I pulled up outside Aria's apartment. I parked the car, opened the door, and let the cool night air do little to settle the restlessness in my chest. I came to her front door and knocked, waiting for her to an
ARIA'S POV Long before the fallout hit. My phone started going off and never stopped, vibrating out of its cradle the second the story broke. Friends, colleagues, reporters—everyone wanted a piece of the madness. I ignored them all as my heart raced, scrolling through the headlines; each one landed in my gut like a gut punch: “Jax Grayson's Secret Life Exposed!" “Exposé in the Fashion World: The Unimaginable Reality of a Fashion Giant!" "Jax Grayson Probed for Money Laundering!" I felt like throwing up. My stomach somersaulted with the words of the allegations. They had to be wrong. Simply wrong. Jax was one of the good guys, sweet …How in the world could he have held something like this secret from me? From everyone? My hands were shaking as I fumbled with that bar of digits to call Jax, hoping against all odds that there was some kind of explanation; a way that maybe this could all just be a horrible, horrible mistake. But when he picked up, his voice came flat, resigned.
DAVE'S POV I crossed through the doorway into my office, started pacing, and wondered how to deliver this piece of dynamite to Nixon. My office was quiet except for the humming of air conditioning. Inside my head was a no-man's-land. What I was doing, I felt, was walking a tightrope. One wrong step and everything could come crashing down. But at that moment, thinking of her in Jax's arms, of her being able to smile again the way she used to smile at me, made it resolute, and somehow, I knew I had to go through it. This morning, Nixon was extremely caught up. He had one meeting and call after another, so he was active. Still, I knew that at least I had to try and speak to him before going any further with the plan. He wasn't just a friend; he was my brother-in-law, partner in crime, the one man who could talk me out of any crazy idea I came up with. I inhaled slowly, then walked into his office. The door swung a bit wide, and behind the desk, I could see him buried in some paper
ARIA'S POVMy phone buzzed, it must have been for the hundredth time that morning. I didn't need to look, though all texts and notifications seemed to come down to the same thing. Well, the rumour mill hadn't stopped since Jax and I got together, but today… Today felt different. You could feel it in your bones, like a storm about to hit just out of sight."I rather reluctantly opened my phone again to scroll through the scores of messages, tweets, and posts flooding my feed. I looked up sheepishly to see what adorned every major gossip website: "New Power Couple: Aria Stephenson and Jax Grayson Romance Heat Up!" with pictures of him and me leaving that wedding together last night.". The photos had captured everything—how Jax used to hold me close and how I'd look at him.But the captions only distorted everything, making what was such close, personal time between the two of us into a public spectacle.The anxiety mixed with impatience surged, upped by apprehension in my chest. This