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ARIA’S POVThe dining room is filled with a soft, warm light as we gather for dinner, the scent of roasted vegetables and spices wafting through the air. As we settle into our seats, my father, Neal, and Nathan sit across from me, their faces a mix of concern and anticipation. I take a deep breath, the weight of the past few days pressing on my shoulders.I begin by thanking my father for his trust, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. The memory of Charlotte's betrayal stings sharply, a wound still fresh and raw. My father nods, his expression grave. He used to admire Charlotte for her work ethic and dedication, often praising her in meetings and to colleagues. Now, regret lines his face, a deep sense of betrayal clouding his eyes. The thought of an unpunished criminal working within Wilson Paragon disgusts him.“I can’t believe she murdered her infant!”His fists clench and unclench on the table, the tension evident in his posture. I understand his feelings completely; the

ADAM’S POVAs I wake up to the soft light of dawn filtering through my window, a sense of anticipation fills me. Aria and her family have weathered the storm, and watching her rise from the ashes has been nothing short of inspiring. I’m proud of her success, and there’s a profound relief in my heart, knowing that she’s finally finding her footing again.The nights have been long and restless, my thoughts consumed by her. Every twist and turn in my sleep has been haunted by her image, her strength, her vulnerability. Aria doesn’t say much to me directly, but I can see the gratitude in her eyes, a silent acknowledgement of my unwavering support. It’s a look that warms me to my core, making every sleepless night worth it. She blushes at times when our eyes meet, and the urge to envelop her in my embrace is almost overwhelming.My dreams have been increasingly vivid, filled with the intoxicating fantasy of making love to her. Every encounter with her, no matter how brief or mundane, is ch

ARIA’S POVToday, driven by an instinct I couldn’t quite explain, I found myself at the rock climbing. The moment I saw Aria, a thrill ran through me, her presence filling the space with an energy that was impossible to ignore. My attraction to her has only grown stronger with each passing day, fueled by the vivid, erotic dreams that plague my nights. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that no woman has occupied my thoughts or my bed since Aria left.Aria looks ethereal in her climbing outfit, every move she makes drawing my gaze. Aria is wearing a form-fitting outfit that accentuates her curves and exudes a feminine touch; a sleek, black athletic tank top that clings to her torso, highlighting the natural contour of her waist and the gentle curve of her hips. The top has a subtle sheen, catching the light as she moves about, and features a racer back design that adds an element of style.Her high-waisted leggings in a deep shade of burgundy are designed to hug her legs and accentuate the

ARIA’S POVWe follow the ambulance to the hospital, the ride a blur of flashing lights and wailing sirens. My mind is a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion, every bump in the road jarring my already frayed nerves. When we arrive, the paramedics transfer Adam to the ICU with practiced urgency.He remains unconscious, his face pale against the stark white of the hospital sheets. My heart races, my breath shallow and rapid. Tears blur my vision, and I can hardly believe it—I’m crying. Crying for my ex-husband.Why am I crying for Adam? The question gnaws at me, an unrelenting ache. Is it because he saved my life? Or because I would be the one lying there, broken and bleeding, if not for his selfless act? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each one more turbulent than the last. My brothers have always said that calamity follows me whenever Adam is present, but this time, they wouldn't be able to make light of the situation. This calamity is the work of an enemy—a dangerous,

ARIA’S POVI stand at the foot of Charlotte's bed, a cold determination settling over me. Her eyes flutter open, and I see the fury burning within them. She knows she's failed. Every breath she takes is labored, a harsh rasp that fills the room. The anger radiates from her, a force that seems to fuel her continued existence. Despite her condition, she clings to life, her resentment giving her strength.“How is our dear Charlotte?”Once more, I ask her how she's doing, my voice calm and steady, masking the turmoil inside me. Her reaction is immediate—a fresh wave of anger and frustration contorts her features. She struggles to maintain her composure, but the realization that all her plans have backfired is written plainly across her face. Her heavy breathing becomes more pronounced, and I can't help but think she's on the brink of slipping into a coma or worse. But before that happens, I am determined to make her suffer for what she's done. She will know the full extent of her failure.