로그인ARIAHazel screams the entire way home.Not the hungry-screaming or the tired-screaming. But angry-screaming, because apparently eight-month-olds can sense when their mother is stressed and decide to amplify it."She's been fussy all day," the nanny, Maria, reports apologetically when I walk through the door. "Wouldn't take her afternoon nap, barely ate, just crying all through."I take Hazel from her, and the baby immediately calms, nestling into my shoulder with a small whimper."She missed you," Maria says gently. "First full day back at work is hard on both of you."After Maria leaves, I sink onto the couch with Hazel, who's now content just being held. Her little fist grips my blouse, and I feel the familiar guilt crushing my chest.I missed her nap time. Missed her afternoon feeding. Spent the entire day focused on work while she cried for me."I'm sorry, baby," I whisper, kissing her dark hair. "Mommy's trying to figure this out.""She's fine," Dante's voice comes from the door
ARIAI'm back at my cubicle, reviewing the Morrison Tech file, when my phone rings.Robert Morrison."Aria, I just wanted to confirm our conversation. I've contacted your team and requested you specifically to lead the Morrison Tech pitch in two weeks."My heart races. "You did?""Absolutely. I've been working with Jessica Chen for months, and while she's professional, the presentations have been uninspired. I need someone who understands what Morrison Tech actually stands for. That's you.""Robert, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I should mention...I'm currently in a consultant role. Jessica is the Acting Marketing Director. This might create some... complications.""Then un-complicate them. Aria, I'm giving you a $50 million account if you can pitch me something that actually resonates. Figure out the internal politics." He pauses. "Or don't, and I'll take my business elsewhere. Your choice."After he hangs up, I sit very still.This is exactly what I needed...a validation
DANTEAria doesn't come to my office before leaving.I track her location only to find out that she left the building at 5:30, went straight home. When I try calling, it goes to voicemail.By the time I get home at 7, she's already fed Elena, put her to bed, and is in our bedroom with the door closed.I knock. "Aria?""Come in."She's at her vanity, removing her makeup with more force than necessary. Still in her suit, her hair still perfectly styled, but her expression is stormy."How was your first day?" I ask carefully."How was yours?" She doesn't look at me."Productive. But I'm more interested in yours.""It was great. Fantastic. Exactly what I hoped for." Her voice is acid. "I got a cubicle, a demotion, and the pleasure of watching someone else do my job.""I know. I found out this afternoon...""You found out?" She spins to face me. "You signed the memo approving Jessica's promotion.""I didn't. My former assistant forged my signature and...""How convenient."I stop. "You thin
ARIANo. No, he wouldn't have. Not without asking me. Not without..."Can I see the memo?"Sarah shifts uncomfortably. "It's in the system. I can pull it up but...""Please."She scurries away. I stand in my cubicle...my fucking cubicle...and try to breathe.This is fine. This is temporary. I'll talk to HR, sort out the confusion, and get my office back.Except it's not just an office. It's a sign.Jessica got promoted and I got demoted. And everyone on this floor knows it.My phone buzzes with text from Dante: How's the first day? Want to grab lunch?I type back: Busy. Talk later.Then I delete it and write: Fine. Settling in. I'll find you after my meetings.I'm not running to my husband to fix this.I'm going to fix it myself.DANTEI didn't see Aria all morning.She doesn't come to my office nor respond to my messages beyond that initial text, and she doesn't appear in the cafeteria at lunch.By 2 PM, I'm concerned enough to call her."Hey," she answers on the third ring, slightly
ARIAThe breast pump makes an obscene rhythmic sound in the quiet nursery...whirr-suck, whirr-suck...that I've learned to tune out over the past eight months.It is 5:47 AM. Hazel won't wake for another hour, but I need this done before I leave.I'm already dressed in a navy Armani suit that I haven't worn since before I got pregnant, it is tailored to fit my post-baby body that's softer in some places, and is harder in others. My hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail. My makeup applied with a steadier hand than I expected given how little I slept.I look like the marketing executive I was before everything happened.I just hope I can still think like one.I finish pumping and pour the milk into bottles, label them with times, and store them in the mini-fridge we installed specifically for this purpose. My breasts ache already...they'll ache more by lunch, but I'll pump in my office."You're up early."Dante's voice from the doorway. He's already dressed too in a charcoal suit, he d
ARIA - SIX WEEKS LATERThe video conference for Vivienne and Marcus's trial is set up in Dante's office.Morrison's face appears on screen, looking very professional and composed. "Mrs. Ashford, can you hear me clearly?""Yes, perfectly.""Good. The judge has approved your remote testimony given the circumstances. You'll be under oath, so everything you say is legally binding. Are you ready?"I look at Dante, who's standing just off-camera with our baby sleeping in his arms. He nods in encouragement."I'm ready."Morrison's image is replaced by the courtroom. I can see the judge, the jury, the prosecutor. And at the defense table...is Vivienne and Marcus, both in prison jumpsuits, both looking older and harder than I remember.Vivienne's eyes find the camera immediately. She starts to stand, but a guard pushes her back down."Mrs. Ashford," the prosecutor begins, "please state your relationship to the defendants.""Vivienne Sinclair is my twin sister. Marcus Kane is my former fiancé."
DANTE“Show me.” That word is enough to snap my barely contained control. I carry us up from the bed, spin us, and pin her face against a hard surface (I am far too gone to care where).I drop to my knees behind her.Spread her ass with both hands and bury my face in her pussy from behind.She’s so
DANTEThe reception is a blur of toasts and dancing and well-wishes. Paige, Aria’s friend, gives a speech that makes half the room cry. Liam’s toast is embarrassingly sentimental for someone who claims to be cynical about love.But through it all, I’m acutely aware of Aria beside me. My wife. The w
DANTELiam straightens my bow tie for the third time. “You need to stop fidgeting. You look perfect.”“I look like I’m about to pass out.”“Also that.” He steps back, examining me. “Dante, you’ve faced down hostile takeovers, assassination attempts, and board coups. Why is marrying a woman who clea
ARIA“It means you’re becoming just like them! Marcus used me for advancement. Vivienne used me for satisfaction. Michael used me for money. And you...” My voice breaks. “You’re using me as an excuse to ind







