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192. GLASS AGAINST THE WALL
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Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 193. THE MORNING AFTER THE REVEAL
ARIA Waking up the next morning felt like trying to swim through cement. I'd experienced some terrible things, but none of them made my palm sweat in empty rooms immediately I blinked my eyes open. None of them made me feel like my entire existence and truth had been tumbled onto its head. My head was pounding, my eyes dry, my body heavy in a way that said I’d done far too much crying and not nearly enough sleeping. I sat up slowly, blinking at the streaks of light pouring through the curtains. Everything looked the same as yesterday. Except it wasn’t, because now I knew. And the truth had painted everything in all different shades. The floor was cold under my feet, as I walked into the bathroom, pushing off the fatigue pulling me back to bed. Yesterday had been so different, and to feel this way this morning? I wanted to shrivel up and die. My own heart beat was pounding too hard in my chest. Stepping out of the bathroom, I pulled on a two piece lounge set, grima
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 192. GLASS AGAINST THE WALL
CASPIAN There was no right way to say it. I knew that. I had pretty much known it from the moment Aria turned to me with those wide, searching eyes and told me to stop lying to her. But knowing something and being ready to answer it were two different beasts. And this one had teeth that could destroy my life. “Aria…can we talk about this later? We just had a long day.” She shook her head firmly, squaring her shoulders. “No. I want to hear it now. Just tell me.” I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped between my knees. She was still standing with her shirt half unbuttoned, brow furrowed like she wasn’t sure whether to brace herself or laugh it off. Neither of us moved. A few minutes later, I was still waiting and hoping she would change her mind and forget about it. And what sort of person did that make me? She deserved to know, but this was the sort of thing that sucked all the air out of the room. And what would she think of me after? It was what
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 191. NOW, THE TRUTH
ARIA“Well, look who's waiting,” Caspian muttered behind me. Rowan’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, his shirt rumpled from his tantrum, and now clinging to him in the late afternoon humidity like it was tired of him. “Aria, you can change your mind now when you still can.” Rowan said. “I'm begging you, back off now.” “You're begging me? Rowan Zane is begging me. Maybe I need a plaque for that.” I chuckled, lifting my brow. “You really think this’ll last?” Rowan said. “You think they’ll actually respect you?”I kept walking. “You’re confusing respect with fear. I don’t need the first, and I’ve got plenty of the second.”“You don’t deserve any of this,” he snapped. “You’re not qualified. You’re not supposed to be here. Stay down like the…”Was this man singularly the most retarded person on the planet earth? I could feel the anger boiling up in my chest. It was a feeling unlike anything else. “Careful,” Caspian said quietly, stepping in front of me. “You don’t wa
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 190. IN COMMAND
ARIA The boardroom felt colder after Rowan stormed out, like he’d sucked all the hot air out with his exit. The silence he left behind wasn’t the good kind. It wasn’t peaceful. It was the type that made your skin itch, like everyone was holding their breath, and praying I'd vanish into thin air. I didn’t. I could feel it like a living, breathing thing, especially because none of the other board members would meet my eyes. I adjusted my jacket again, more out of habit than anything else, and let the moment stretch a second longer. "So," I said, breaking the silence when none of them rushed to do so. "Do we need to call him a babysitter, or is this normal behavior?" Patricia DuBois looked back at the door, then back at me. She sighed and ran a hand through her perfect book. “He has his moments.” “That was a moment?” I lifted a brow. “I’d hate to see his breakdowns.” There was a stifled chuckle from the big man at the end of the table. I shot him a look, but his face w
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 189. "AM I JUST REALLY SPECIAL?"
ARIA If tension had a smell, it would’ve been thick as cigar smoke in that boardroom. Rowan’s tantrum had barely settled when one of the older men shot up from his seat like the chair had bit him. He had silver hair, deep jowls, and a forehead vein already pulsing with indignation. “If we’re quite finished with this circus,” he snapped, “some of us have real work to do.” I tilted my head, my fingers laced lightly in front of me. “And you are?” The man blinked. “What?” “Your name,” I repeated, voice sweet but not soft. “Forgive me, we’ve never met. I like to know the names of the people I’ll be working with.” His lips curled like I’d asked to borrow his pension. Then, he slammed a fist against the polished table. “This boardroom is not a playground, Miss Stanton!” I didn’t even flinch. I was too far gone to stop. They would either bend for me, or they would break. “That’s a relief,” I said, nodding solemnly. “First that you know who I am, and second because I didn’t come
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 188. MY SEAT AT THE BOARD
ARIA I should have slapped him. I could imagine what Rowan’s reaction would be if I walked up to him, pulled my arm back, and slapped that smirk off his stupid face. I didn't. Instead, I smiled. It was a wide, teeth-baring smile, the kind that instinctively made people check if you were holding knife behind your back. “I see you’re still compensating with bad jokes Rowan,” I said as I walked deeper into the room. “and here I thought this was a board meeting, not amateur hour.” Rowan’s smirk was a rotten stain on his face, and it dimmed slightly. I could feel my palms starting to sweat as I turned to look at the other people across the polished table. There were six people. Five men and a woman in a cream suit with sapphires in the lapel. All of them were silent and watching. Behind me, Caspian’s fingers brushed my spine, trailing to my lower back. I felt his touch like ice rolling along my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek like a promise. “I'm l
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