Marietta’s POVEverything in me went still. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.“What?” I whispered.She didn’t repeat it. She didn’t have to. I’d heard it loud and clear.I’ve just been in the hospital bed for two months, and Aiden has moved on?“How is that ever possible? How could he move on so quickly?” I whispered, crashing to the cold floor. “That’s because he forgot about you after the accident,” Bella whispered.I blinked back the tears in my eyes, letting myself know that I hadn’t seen Aiden.He hasn’t refused me yet. “He said he loved me,”“I know,” Bella answered.I slowly got back to my feet and tried to make my way out when I stumbled on the doctor.“Is everything okay? Miss Etta? Miss Bella?” The doctor questioned, looking confused.“Yes, doctor. Thanks for the help. I’m better now.” I nodded, faking a smile.“Bella, can we leave now?”“Wait. You need to see the pharmacist downstairs and get these medicines. It’s for Miss Etta,” the doctor said, handing over a white pa
Marietta's POV All through the period I spent at the hospital with Aiden. I couldn't help but feel so bad.“I never knew you had a painful–” “Beginning?” Aiden smiled with his hands entwined with mine. It was already night, and we both couldn't help but look at the sky and marvel at the stars that shone brighter in it. “My mother had an accident while I was in high school.” He started. “All efforts to bring her back to life didn't work.” He continued, trying so hard not to tear up. Sitting on a nearby bench, not too far from us, I helped wipe his tears off. Sometimes, I thought I was the only one life had dealt with seriously.From getting a divorce from the person I loved most to getting pregnant. Losing my child and my career in the middle of the whole thing was just too much for me to bear. But listening to Aiden, I feel so sorry for him. “I work part-time jobs after spending all my mother has on her health,” he replied.“My mother was a very rich and popular woman. But
Marietta’s POVAiden’s mother stumbled backward upon seeing how angry I was. This was my other side that nobody knew I had. The saucy, classy, and angry me. I wasn’t going to take all the bullshit people throw at me. I was done with that rubbish. And right now, I’m here to fight for the love that found me in the midst of it.And yes, I’m never going to let go of Aiden regardless of whatever happens.“I don’t know what you are talking about,” She lied. What she didn’t know was that Michael had already told me everything a couple of months back. And we’ve gotten to this stage because of his reckless game.“You think I wasn’t aware of everything he said to you? That he was married to me?” I stepped forward, standing beside Aiden, whose face lit up upon seeing me stand up for myself.“Well, news flash,” I smirked, “We are divorced. And Michael has been thrown behind bars for causing the accident that happened to me…” I paused.Pecking Aiden on his cheeks, before facing his mother wi
Marietta’s POV“I’m sorry for leading you on,” I replied, my face filled with regret.That night, I never intended to sleep with him, but I was drunk. I wanted to get Michael and everything out of my mind.I still couldn’t accept the fact that my daughter was dead, as at then that I started to regain my memories. All I wanted was to escape from my reality, and now I didn’t know I had dragged Aiden along with my shitty life.“What am I supposed to do with you?” I asked, but Aiden cut in abruptly.“Don’t leave me,” was all he could come up with as he reached for my hand, his eyes desperately boring into mine.“Do everything you want with me, but don’t leave me, Marietta.” he shook his head, rubbing his hand against mine.“But-” “No buts, please. Stay with me,” he pleaded with tears welling up in his eyes. “Can you just trust me this once. I’m not Michael.” He repeated, pulling me closer. “What can I do to prove that wrong, Etta?”“We are going to have a lot of people talking about us
Marietta's POV I wasn’t pretending anymore. And I could feel it in him too—he wasn’t either. The noise of the room faded. Mr. Vanché’s voice blurred into the background. Lena’s presence disappeared.It was just us and a kiss that didn’t feel rehearsed. It felt like something I hadn’t realized I’d been missing. Like coming home after being gone too long.When we finally pulled away, breathless and unsure, his hand didn’t fall right away. It stayed there, warm against my cheek— like he didn’t want to let go.I didn’t either. But then the world came rushing back. The cameras cut. Mr. Vanché’s voice rang out— “That’s a wrap for today! Brilliant work!” Applause followed, excited and genuine.But my heart? It was pounding too loud for me to hear any of it.I blinked, trying to steady myself as I felt a bit dizzy. But I straightened my shoulders.I couldn't show weakness now. Not here. Not in front of all these people. Not in front of Aiden.Especially not Aiden.“Excuse me,” I mut
Marietta’s POV“Are you joking right now?” I flinched, turning towards Clara.“It’s just a deal…” Clara scratched the back of her neck, accompanied by a shrug.“And since you don’t have any feelings for him anymore. Why don’t we strike a deal with him? And use it to our advantage?” She continued with a smirk on her face.I know that look. Clara wasn’t just here to sign deals. There’s something she is not saying.“Am I missing out on something?” I locked my eyes with hers for a moment. I sighed, “Please, can you give us a moment?” The driver took off his seat belt and dashed out of the car. No sooner was he out than I turned towards Clara. “Who broke your heart?” I knew I had to ask this question before we find ourselves in front of Michael. I knew it wouldn’t make sense if Clara is going overboard while I’m just staring like a dummy who’s being controlled.“No one did,” She lied, avoiding my eyes. “Lies.” Bringing her face closer to mine. “We had too much to drink last night. A