Aria’s POV The city blurs past the tinted glass of my limo, lights bleeding into one another like a cruel joke. I press my palms to my face. God, Aria. What the hell were you thinking? The driver glances in the mirror. “Everything alright, ma’am?” “No,” I snap, then soften. “Just drive.” I drop my hands, staring at my reflection in the window. The woman staring back looks composed— perfect hair, flawless makeup, red dress still hugging her like armor. But inside? I’m shaking. He looked at me like I’d betrayed him. Like I was nothing, like I was a stranger. No—worse. Like I was a liar. And maybe I am. But that look in his eyes… it gutted me. He was angry, yes, but there was hurt too. A raw kind of betrayal, like I’d ripped something out of him without asking. And yet… his smile still lingers in my head. That cocky grin, the way his hand gripped my waist before he realized the truth. The way he said my name like it belonged in his mouth. “Pathetic,” I whisper. My chest tighte
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