Marietta’s POVI can’t believe this has gotten to the point where I have to name my price for love.A path where I have to choose between love and sanity. Which should I go for? Tears streamed down my face as I tried to wriggle my hand away from Aiden. His mother’s eyes still lingered on mine as tears continued to roll down her cheeks as well.“Mother, this is emotional blackmail. And I won’t take it from you,” Aiden snapped, grabbing my hand as we both made our way out.The skies are gathering, ready to pour down their content like they used to do. The breeze tossed my hair across my face, causing it to stick to my face, which was already wet with tears.Preventing me from seeing Aiden, whose hands were still trying to reach out to me. I shook my head in disapproval as I took a few steps backward. “Marietta,” With the way he called my name, I knew this matter was a serious one. Now that both of us are in our right senses, we need to make a decision. The lightning in the sky r
Marietta’s POVMichael finally signed the divorce papers.For a moment, I felt relief. Like I could breathe again. Like I was finally done with Michael Whitmore—and the storm that came with him.But oddly, I wasn’t happy.“I’ll be leaving now,” Clara’s voice came from behind me, soft but certain. I quickly turned off my phone, caught off guard.I blinked rapidly, trying to swallow the tears that had been threatening to spill even before she walked in. But it was too late. She saw them.“You’re… leaving?” I asked, my voice cracking into a whisper.Since Bella’s wedding, she has been distant. I understood. She had a new life now, a husband to care for. I had once been like that—pouring all of myself into Michael. My time. My love. My everything.And yet, he still chose Katty over me.That chapter was closed now, or at least, I wanted it to be. I wasn’t planning to revisit the pain.“Yes,” Clara nodded, her smile fragile as she stepped closer. “My mother’s ill again. She needs me.”
Marietta’s POVI had packed almost everything I thought I’d need. My suitcase sat open, overflowing with clothes I barely remembered folding.The silence in the room only made the ache in my chest worse. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and took one last glance around the house—the memories, the warmth, the heartbreak.Then I heard footsteps approaching.I straightened, trying to appear composed. Tough. But I couldn’t hold it in.I turned away from the door, not wanting anyone to see me this way.“Etta?”Bella’s voice cracked, her confusion heavy in the air. “Are you okay? Where are you going?”I didn’t answer immediately. Just kept my back to them and reached for my wardrobe, pretending to look for something.“Yes,” I finally said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.“Etta, are you crying?” she stepped closer, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry about the other day—about not hanging out. I didn’t mean to—”“It’s okay,” I cut in gently, not wanting her to feel guilty. “You don’t ne
Marietta’s POVI stopped for a moment, unsure of what to say or even what to feel.Aiden had just said all the right things.But can I trust his words?Can he really handle everything like he said?How? How is he going to do that?“Etta?” He slowly placed me down, his eyes locking with mine.“Do you trust me?”I took a deep breath, still trying to figure it out in my head. My heart was racing. This would be the second time I’d say “yes” to Aiden. I wasn’t sure I had the strength again.“Aiden, I...” I paused. I looked into his eyes—those soft, deep eyes that made me fall the first time.And with everything in me, I whispered, “I trust you.”A small smile appeared on his face. He reached out and dragged my cheek with his fingers, making me smile too.But then, there was a loud knock at the door. We both turned.Bella was standing there, eyes wide, a playful expression on her face. “C’mon, girl, don’t be like that,” she teased.I laughed as Aiden and Lawrence exchanged one of those
Marietta's POVLast night was the most beautiful night of my life—our last night.Lying in the arms of the man I love, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat, his breath against my skin—it was everything.I know Aiden loves me. He’s never hidden it. Every touch, every word, every glance screamed it. But love isn’t always enough. Not when his mother stands firm in her refusal to accept me.And I won't be the one to come between a mother and her child.I know what it means to lose someone you love.I know what grief tastes like.So maybe that old saying is right: If you love someone, let them go.That’s exactly what I’m doing now."I'm sorry, Aiden," I whispered softly into his ear. I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and lingered for a moment, watching him curled up beneath the sheets, looking so much like a child. Peaceful. Vulnerable.It tore me apart.I slipped into my clothes quietly, each piece scattered across the floor like forgotten memories of last night’s passion. I grabbed my
Marietta’s POVFor a moment, I forgot everything. My pain, struggles, my worries… they all melted into nothing.The only sound I could hear was our hearts, thudding faster and harder as we got lost in the world we created. A world where only the two of us existed.I knew I couldn’t keep being obstinate.He wasn’t going to fuck me unless I said the words he craved.“Is that why you’re punishing me?” I cried out, caught between ecstasy and surrender. “Aiden… you are— I love you!”“Mmmm… doesn’t work on me, little princess,” he growled in a low, husky tone, his fingers working relentlessly.His mouth followed. Licking, sucking, devouring me like I was all that mattered.“Za…” I gasped, covering my mouth as three of his fingers slid deep inside me.“Aiden, humph—!”“Call me Zaddy, princess. I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, locking eyes with me.He moved faster, harder, and the rhythm of his fingers made my whole body burn.My legs trembled, and heat flooded every inch of me.“Z