บททั้งหมดของ Divorce ?... That's Foreplay : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aria “What's going on with him?” I asked the doctor the moment he stepped out of Marcel’s room.I’ve barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face…. that look of confusion when he looked at me. Edward said he was just exhausted, that his body needed rest. And maybe that was true, maybe I was overthinking, but still… something felt off.“He’s just tired,” the doctor said gently “There’s a bit of temporary memory loss, but within a few days, From our little conversation it should sort itself out”I fisted my hand so tightly I could bet I was drawing blood right now . “So what exactly are you saying about what happened last night?” My voice came out smaller than I intended.“He doesn’t remember you at the moment,” the doctor said carefully, “but let’s stay positive. Hope is important in cases like this. Edward mentioned he asked if he should call his friend Michael, and your husband seemed confused about who that was momentarily. It's only because there’s been a serious sho

Aria's POV He kept kissing me as he walked, his hands steady on my waist. There was nothing soft about it, nothing slow either. Just utter lust and need My back hit the wood, breath caught in my throat, and I could feel his erection right where I needed him“Please,” I whispered against his lips, “fuck me” the word barely making it out… before he pushed my panties to the side and sank his fingers inside him I moaned and held unto him for dear life as kept working his way, he groaned against my neck, “God ….I missed you “ He said, his breath hot on my skin, his lips moving lower he moved my dress taking my breast in his mouth “Mummy?”I froze. My eyes snapped open, even as Marcel kept sucking . I turned just enough to see Hope slipping away from Mrs. Potts, running toward us “Oh no,” I breathed, trying to steady my voice. “Hope’s coming,” I whispered quickly, hoping he’d stop. He didn't “Hope’s…” I tried again, but he only groaned in frustration before finally setting me d

Marcel’s POV“Well, that explains it… how he got in the first place,” Michael said, his tone grim as we watched the footage from the day of Hope’s showcase.The bastard who shot me — was me.Or rather, the man pretending to be me.He walked into my building, my office, driving a car that looked exactly like mine. No one questioned him…. Of course they didn’t — they thought it was me.He shot me in my own space and still managed to walk out like he owned the damn place.The pen in my hand snapped clean in two.“Dude,” Michael said, his gaze dropping to the ink spilling across my fingers. I tossed the pen aside and wiped my hand on some tissue papers , jaw tight enough to crack a tooth.“He’s just one man,” I said through clenched teeth. “How hard is it to find one man?”Michael didn’t even look up from his laptop. “The funny thing is , you haven’t considered the odds that he’s your twin..like a triplet situation.”I turned to him definitely sure, I was glaring daggers at him but he did

Aria’s POV — age 17 I could hear them from the hallway. My parents.. They were arguing again there voices overlapping, like they were both trying to win a war nobody even understood anymore. It was always about the same thing lately — his job as a Reporter …mom used to love it but now she hates it . I tried knocking but they didn’t hear it. Or maybe they did and just didn’t stop. My stomach twisted. Today was supposed to be peaceful. Today mattered. I took a breath, pushed the door open. They both froze mid-fight, mid-anger, mid-breath “Mom… you’re supposed to help with my hair,” I said, peeking in. My voice came out small even though I hated sounding small. She nodded, jaw tight, eyes still burning from whatever she was yelling seconds ago. I didn’t wait. I turned and rushed back to my room like stepping away could make me forget the shouting Once I got to my room I sat at the vanity table…looking at the Family photo on the table Dad was holding mom by the waist, they lo

ARIASomething is wrong.I know it.I can feel it deep in my bones, the way you feel the shift in weather before rain.But one thing is certain: I can’t stay in this hospital anymore.I can’t spend the rest of my life a cripple either.“You’ve got this, Aria.”Aiden’s voice cuts through my thoughts. He’s at the other end of the mat with his arms wide open, like he’s ready to catch me even if I fly at him full speed—except right now, two steps feel like a marathon.The first time I managed those two steps, he was so proud I cried like a baby.My fingers tighten on the parallel bars until my knuckles burn. My legs ache, sharp and deep, like they’re protesting every second I try to use them.“Let go of the bars,” he coaxes. “Even if you hop, I’ll catch you. I promise.”I shake my head. Too scared to even breathe properly.I hate this.No—I fucking hate this.I used to be a runner. I used to feel the earth fly beneath my feet. Now every step feels like I’m seven months old, wobbling throu