LOGINAria’s POV
Justin and I have been best friends for years, since high school, he was my first crush and only male friend. We were a group of three friends– Justin, Helena, and I– and they were, and still are my best buds. After high school, looking for colleges to get into, Justin told me how much he had loved me and couldn't do without me. He said he would not stand staying away from me in the name of schooling, so he asked me to marry him. I was nineteen, he was twenty. It wasn't a problem as both of us are coming from prestigious families. I chose a three-year program as we lived together, and then we got married when I was twenty-one, our wedding was the talk of the town for months. After the wedding, I moved into the D'Cruz family house and it's been awesome. His parents love me. Our wedding anniversary was two months ago making it three years and two months being married to my first love. Perfect life right? So why am I supposed to think he does not love me? The party ended by 11 pm, and D'Cruz was not one to joke with his sleep, especially at his old age. I stayed awake, giving directions and orders on how to clear the hall, and ensured everything was set in place before I left the head of the housekeepers in charge. I showered and slipped into my long black silk nightwear. Justin was passed out on the bed like a toddler. I sat on the bed, next to him, admiring his facial features. He looked like he fell from a party with the gods, he's just so majestic. I pulled the duvet over him and kissed his forehead. It's not a new thing that everyone wanted to get to the D'Cruz family. Aaron is still unmarried, and the number of women drooling over him is always alarming. Sometimes, literal security has to drag them away from the company's building. And Justin? Even as he's already married, no one, scratch that, no woman has boundaries whatsoever. He still gets gifts from anonymous people, some daring women add their full names and addresses. So seeing that tonight was not too hurtful, it was hurting, but I knew it'd happen. That he'd get taken advantage of. There's no way on earth that he did that on his own. As I stood to walk to the other side of the bed, his phone pinged. I froze immediately. Curiosity held me by my neck. I know I shouldn't even think of checking his phone, but what if Aaron was right? He had always told me that Justin doesn't respect me and that I'd get hurt if I keep entertaining him. I trust Justin, he loves me. I gained control of my frozen feet and started walking, but then, it pinged again. Okay… I was just going to check his call log. I took his phone, gently placed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner and it unlocked. I touched the phone icon, and kept seeing calls from a contact saved as a full stop, like “.” Then “full stop’ messaged him again on W******p; “I told you that tonight wasn't a good time.” I tapped the message, but it required a fingerprint again. I did the same and unlocked the chat. My heart could not comprehend everything I had just read, my brain understood, but my heart refused to. “Baby I just got home, have you dealt with the bitch?” “I know you're mine already but can we be more careful?” “I told you that tonight wasn't a good time” As I was still processing these messages, another came in: “Hurry up with the divorce, I can't wait to do that every night with you.” Divorce? What is she talking about? Curiosity got a hold of me again, I searched “divorce” in their chat and a bunch of messages popped up. Justin: “It's our third anniversary today, and we're closer to being together forever. I've started talking with my divorce attorney.” Justin: “The papers are ready now my love, I just have to cause a scene to warrant divorce.” Summer (.): “Can’t wait for the divorce already. Seeing her with you makes my heart ache.” My hands began trembling, and I didn't realise when the phone fell from my hands. My vision became blurry as I rushed out of the room. As I was running down the stairs, I ran into Cathy, a worker at the D'Cruz family. “Sorry ma'am…” Cathy was still talking but I continued running till I got to the general study. I slid down the door in the darkness, hands covering my face as tears rushed down uncontrollably. Flashbacks of Justin nibbling on Summer's breasts kept replaying in my head, the chats I just read. Does that mean he never loved me? Aaron was right all these years? I wish I had listened. How can he do this to me? Why? He should not have lied to me all these years. I felt my heart shattering into tiny pieces. “Aria. Open the door.” That was Aaron's voice. I couldn't imagine the pity on his face when he discovered that I know the truth now. How did he even know that I was here?The storm outside had been busy all night, lightning shouting hard against the windows like the sky was restless. I too, on the other hand, was restless.Justin had contacted us again earlier, leaving a string of poisonous voicemails that Aaron eventually muted by turning my phone off completely. Dinner with Mr. and Mrs. D’Cruz had been noiseless and firm — Mrs. Margaret barely spoke to me, and Mr. D’Cruz didn’t utter a word.When I came back to my apartment, I couldn’t stop pacing about. Every nerve in my body felt fresh, connected too hard.Aaron knocked gently at the door before coming in without waiting for me to give him consent.You’re trembling,” he voiced softly, his eyes in search of my face.“I can’t continue this way,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “Waiting for him to hit again. Waiting for the next gossip, the next headline, the next threat—”Aaron crossed the room and walked towards me, taking my hands, grounding me. “Then stop waiting,” he said gently.I looked up at hi
By the close of the week, the house felt like a war zone.Reporters were still housed at the gates, the board was calling steady impromptu meetings, and the whispers inside the family had passed a fewer tone. I could sense the judgment every time I walked past a servant in the hall, every time Mrs. Margaret’s gaze darted toward me like I was a mud she couldn’t wash out.But this very night, for once, the house seems peaceful.I sat in the low lit library, huddled up on the sofa, staring stiffly at a book I wasn’t reading. The fire crackled gently, radiating warm light over the room.When Aaron walked in, I didn’t raise my head to look at him instantly, but I felt his presence.“You skipped dinner,” he said calmly.“I have no appetite,” I said.He closed in. “You shouldn't be slipping meals, Aria.”I fling the book away, finally giving him my attention. “I can’t keep pretending either.”Something danced across his face — pain, maybe. You don’t have to pretend.”“Your parents are.” My
The boardroom was more icy than usual, though maybe it was just me.I sat at the far end of the shiny table, feeling very much like a trespasser in a space full of men and women who had been managing the company for a long period of time. Their voices were stubby, weighed, but the tightness was undeniable.At the head of the table sat Mr. D’Cruz, his countenance sculpted from granite stone. Beside him was Aaron, unbent and reserved, as though he had been expecting a day like this. “Given Justin’s condition,” one of the Chief executors was saying, “we need a provisional leader to oversee the operations of the company. The shareholders are becoming concerned. If we don’t take action now, we risk a drop in trust — and stock prices.”“Justin will be back in no time,” Mr. D’Cruz said, though his tone lacked assurance.“With respect, sir,” another executor replied, “ we all want him to recover and get back but his recovery might take weeks or months, and let’s not forget about the police i
It was almost close to midnight when Cathy came knocking on my apartment door."Ma'am," she muttered urgently, peeping over her shoulder, "there's someone here to see you. She says it's urgent."I scowled. "At this time?""Yes ma'am. It's... It's Summer."My blood raced.For a moment, I stood there, without uttering any words. Justin's secretary, the woman whom I had caught him with in our kitchen that night, wasn't on the list of people I wanted to see right now. But something in Cathy's massive-eyed look made me nod."Let her in."Summer walked inside minutes later, dressed down in dark jeans and a dark hoodie, her hair hidden under the hoodie. She seemed nothing like the shiny, perfectly made-up lady I remembered. Her eyes danced around the room before resting on me. "You have no business being here," I said cautiously, folding my arms."I know," she uttered, her voice tender and acute. "But I came to warn you."Aaron showed up from the corridor, still in his shirtsleeves, his cou
The next morning, the house was quiet in a way that felt menacing. No tinkling of dishes, no distant murmur of servant's gab. Just quietness, as if everyone was held back from talking.I sat alone in the breakfast room. Coffee chilling unconsumed before me. Sleep had been out of the question- every corner of the house, every car pulling into the entrance had thrown my heart into fear.When Aaron strolled in, he didn't worry about exchanging greetings. He grabbed the chair opposite me, his tie already slackened as if he'd been up for hours."Father demands a meeting," he said levelly.My stomach dropped. "Again?""He wants to chew over how we 'treat the narrative.'" His mouth warped around the phrase. "Which means he needs you to act the voiceless, devoted wife while they twirl whatever story makes Justin look least blameworthy."I backed away, glaring at the garden through the large windows. "I don't know how much more I can take, Aaron. Every room I enter, I'm the center of attention
The hospital had a smell of antiseptic and terror.I stood still in the corridor, surveying Justin's unconscious body. The metrical beep of the vital signs monitor was the only cue that he was still alive. His face was pale, his lips parched, and for the very first time since I'd met him, he seemed little. Mortal.Aaron stood next to me, his arms folded, jaw set. His company was the only thing warding me from melting under the burden of it all.The officer who had first taken our statements closed in. "Mrs. D'Cruz," he said hesitantly, skimming through his notebook. "We'll need to verify more information concerning what occurred at the house. Mr. D'Cruz's health is secured, but given the situation, we must tend to this as a likely private feud that intensified."My stomach squeezed. "It was only self-defense," I said swiftly.Aaron's hand touched my arm, calming me. "We told everything to you everything already," he said to the officer, his voice composed but firm.The officer inclin







