Tired Of Acting

Aria’s POV:

After talking with the press and confirming my divorce in public, I got in my car with Mira and returned home.

Instead of thinking of my court case, I was wondering why Liam Styles sat there and even had a smile on his face.

“Will you be okay alone?” Mira asked once we got to the sitting room, I stared around and felt so lonely, but I knew I was going to be okay, just as Ava said…it was just a phase.

“I will be fine, thanks for today, Mira,” I smiled at her, she nodded and handed my car key before leaving.

I sat in the sitting room for more than an hour before my phone rang, it was mother.

“Yes, Mom?”

“I saw the news, and I am glad it all ended peacefully,” she said, and I chuckled lightly, yeah…I was glad as well.

“Umm, Mom, is Dad back?”

“No, but he will be back in a few days, and I hope you will be home so you can explain things to him. You know how easy it is for him to misunderstand situations.”

Of course, he viewed life in a different light. Where everyone sees it as a suitable spot, he finds it as a bad spot because a place that is flooded cannot be a good place.

“Okay, Mom, gotta go.” I hung up and checked the time, and it was only 1pm.

“I need to sulk and then pick up from where I left.”

So I dialled Isa’s number, which got connected after a few rings. “Hello.”

“Oh, hello, Aria,” she said with a sarcastic or probably annoyed tone.

“So, uhm… How are the sales?”

“What do you think?” She questioned, and I brushed my hair with my fingers and sighed tiredly.

“Is there no way to make my books sell without including Caleb?”

“You took a break, and so did your book; when you are ready to resume, then we will find a way. So just....take a break,” she explained, and I pouted.

“I didn’t mean to be harsh the other day.”

“Listen to me, Aria, I love you, but this is business, and you have to up your game. The company invested a lot in editing and publishing this book. Did you see the billboards all over America? They had your fucking face on it because we knew this book was going to earn more, so tell me why we can’t even afford the editing f*e?”

“I am sorry, and I will refund; I will refund every expenditure if that’s what you want.”

“You are getting it all wrong. Aria, we need to sell these books and also get honest reviews on them, or else the name Aria Nicole won’t exist anymore.”

My cheeks tightened, and I placed the call on speaker before placing my phone on the table. “I didn’t predict that my ex-husband was going to cheat on me on the very first day I chose to release my book.”

“Yeah, you didn’t, but you could have fixed this mess only if you listened to me.”

“I am tired, okay? All I wanted was to be a writer and not some actress. I won’t act anymore, okay?”

Now I was really losing my cool; I don’t even remember what it feels like to be the real me. What it felt like to be Aria Nicole before I joined the publishing house.

I was just the best-selling author Aria Nicole with no real identity.

“Fuck you all.” I ended the call and pulled my hair frustratedly.

This can’t be it; I can’t be letting go of my career and marriage on the same day.

“Did I do this to myself?” I sniffed my tears; there was only one person who was going to be blatantly honest with me, and it was that stranger, Liam.

I logged onto the internet and did research on him; he had no social media handles, and the only news I could find on him was about his career and also his dad.

He has a case tomorrow; he dared sit back there and watch my case, so I will do the same… I wish to see how he defends a case against Caleb. Let me see just how good he is, as everyone keeps praising him.

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I spent the night avoiding everyone’s calls; I didn’t want to talk about my divorce. So I woke up early, made breakfast for myself and bolted before I freshened up.

“Hmm, Liam Styles,” I muttered. Just how good was he at being a lawyer? He dared call me fake.

After I was dressed in a long blue dress with long sleeves, I applied makeup and got to my car before driving out.

Minutes later I arrived at the courthouse, but it was hard to find a parking spot. I kept searching until my gaze landed on the vacant spot at the end, and after parking, I fished out my makeup bag to touch up my face.

A car parked next to me, and I noticed it was Liam. He walked down the car with a woman who had a baby.

I whirled down my window and leant back; I didn’t want him to see me.

“I can’t go in with the baby; he is going to cry a lot, especially when he sees his dad,” the lady explained, and Liam rubbed the baby’s head.

“There is a nearby restaurant; go stay there with the baby, and I will come get you once we are done.”

“Are you sure he will be freed today? I had a lot of lawyers promise me they do return home with my husband, but they always come back empty-handed with a postponed case,” she kept saying while sobbing. I couldn’t see her face clearly, but from her voice, I could tell she must be in her mid-twenties.

And she must love her husband so much, and it feels like hell praying every day for your husband to be released from jail when he was accused of killing the minister’s son.

“No case is getting postponed today, and I will get Salmon out; you could even order a lot of meals at the restaurant while you wait,” he said confidently, and she chuckled.

Why was he giving her so much hope when he wasn’t the judge? He had no idea what Caleb was capable of; Caleb was the best lawyer in America.