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CHAPTER FIVE
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2026-04-05 22:27:47Jeffery didn't look at Aria again as he turned and walked away leaving her in tears.
Aria sobbed loudly for a long time. She couldn’t understand how everything got worse to this point.
How does she start her life? Where would she go now? She Knew she couldn't go back to her parents house. Now that the merger was off they would not accept her and her step mother will make sure to make her life hell.
The doctor came back into the room. Aria cleaned her tears and stared at the doctor who looked at her like she was a dying dog.
The pity in his eyes almost made her start crying again.
“I'm really sorry for everything that is going on with you Aria. Is there anything I can do to help.”
“Thank you but there isn't anything you can do right now. But if you could help me get a ride I will be very grateful.”
“Alright. I will do so.”
Aria entered the car and headed to Jeffery's house to get her belongings was what she told herself but deep down she just wanted to see Jeffery again and plead with him to change his mind.
When she got to his house, she found her things outside and wasn't even let in.
The security told her Jeffery already moved to his new mansion with Valerie and that the house was off limits to her.
She stood there for a long time as tears rolled down her face.
“Please can you just let me inside let me stay for the night and I'll be on my way in the morning.” She pleaded.
“No ma'am. I cannot do that. Please can you take your leave? I am not willing to lose my job.” He replied and when she continued begging he completely disregarded her.
Aria finally got tired of begging and moved to leave when Valerie drove in.
“what are you doing here?” She sneered.
“Didn't Jeffery tell you he doesn't want to see her close to the house?” she turned to face the security.
“I told her ma'am but she decided to stay her regardless.” The security man answered.
Valerie laughed then turned back to face Aria.
“Are you not ashamed of yourself? Are you not tired of being humiliated? You are already divorced and Jeffery has moved on. Move on!” Valerie's snapped.
Aria flinched and moved back.
“I am leaving now.” She said quietly and turned away.
She walked around until her feet hurt not caring how much time had passed. After a while the weather changed and it started drizzling.
Before Aria could get a cab, it was pouring heavily.
The cab took her to her parents house then she took out her last dollar bill and paid before moving in.
Stella, her step was outside looking at Aria as she moved in. She made no move to welcome her or even acknowledge her.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Why are you soaked like a drowning rat?” She said mockingly when Aria finally reached the main entrance to the house.
“Mother, I… I didn't have anywhere else to go.” Aria spoke quietly looking at the ground so Stella wouldn't see the tears in her eyes.
“You can't stay here.” Stella said instantly.
Aria's hand shook as she begged. “Please. I don't have anywhere to spend the night.”
Aria had already started sobbing when her father came outside.
“What is going on here? Why is there so much noise?” He asked.
“Father, I have nowhere else to go,” Aria hiccupped.
“This is all your fault. If you had just been a good daughter in law and provided heirs, you would have still been married.” Stella said.
“It was your daughter that came back and decided she wants my husband.” Aria responded.
“What do you mean like that? Are you trying to blame Valerie for your misfortune?”
“I am not blaming her. I am only saying the truth. Valerie is the reason why Jeffery divorced me.” Aria repeated.
“Well, well, well, you’d say anything for pity wouldn’t you?” Valerie came out of the house with Jeffery behind her.
“We both know who is looking for pity and it isn’t me,” Aria raised a brow at Valerie.
“What do you mean by that?!” Valerie snapped.
“Exactly what you think,”
“Enough!” I am tired of hearing all of this. Come in,” Aria’s father said to her.
“We cannot let her in, see what she said to Valerie” Stella blocked the door then turned to Aria.
“How dare you blame my daughter for your inability to keep your marriage? You were just not what Jeffery wanted. Who would want a woman that can't provide a child anyway.”
Aria had already had enough.
“You are the one that caused all of this. My life was going well. I had a good job and everything was going well. But when your beloved Valerie decided she didn't want to get married you forced me to marry Jeffery for the good of the family.
Now your daughter stole and got pregnant for my husband and suddenly I am the bad wife and daughter. Have you ever considered the fact that maybe you are just a bad mother?”
“What did you just say?” Stella stepped towards Aria and slapped her.
Aria fell backwards and closed her eyes bracing herself for the impact of the ground when she felt someone catch her.
She opened her eyes and looked up to see the most handsome man she had ever seen holding her.
Stella moved forward and wanted to drag her towards him when the handsome stranger spoke.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Stella paused instantly, while Jeffery cleared his throat.
“Er, Adrian Morelli. What are you doing here?” he asked nervously.
“I thought we had already finalize the papers, I sent it to….”
“How dare you hit the mother of my child.” Adrian asked still staring at Stella whose eyes widened in shock.
Aria heart beat doubled.
‘Did I just hear him well? Did he just call me the mother of his child?’
“W… wh… what do you mean?” Jeffery stuttered.
“Exactly what you heard.” Adrian stated his voice so cold Aria had goose bumps all over.
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