All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Hope you’re good?” Sophia asked gently.Selene scoffed. “Good? Please. I’ve been better. All this happened because of Aria that cheap slut.”“Selene calm down,” Sophia said quickly.“I am calm,” Selene snapped. “I just lost my fiancé. My reputation. Business partners are running like I have a contagious disease.”Sophia tilted her head. “Then you rebuild.”Selene laughed bitterly. “Rebuild with what? Air?”“With strategy,” Sophia replied smoothly. “That’s why you should come to my fashion show. Investors, designers, sponsors people with money and short memories.”Selene hesitated, then sighed. “When is it?”“Friday.”Selene nodded. “I’ll be there.” Damian stepped out of his room, impeccably dressed, every detail of his suit crisp and sharp. He paused at the doorway, adjusting his tie and smiling faintly, ready to face the world.That smile faltered when his eyes landed on Aria, standing in the living room in her corporate attire, her laptop bag slung over her shoulder, looking every

When Damian and Aria finally got home, both of them were exhausted. The day had been long, filled with boardroom meetings, negotiations, and nonstop coordination. Damian barely had the energy to kick off his shoes before collapsing onto the couch, while Aria headed straight to her room to send a message to Lucas.Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she typed quickly, her fingers flying across her phone screen. “Everything is set in place. Daniel did a fantastic job. The $100 million investment has been approved, stocks are scheduled to be purchased, and quarterly reports are ready for review. We’re aligned and ready to move. Damian did his part, reluctantly, but efficiently.”She paused for a moment, reading over her message, and then added a laughing emoji. “Also, he didn’t even notice half the things I coordinated behind the scenes. Classic.” She sent the message before leaning back, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.Meanwhile, Damian was on a call with Grandma Eleanor. His post

Damian’s phone buzzed just as he was about to freshen up.Mr. Cross, please don’t forget the fashion show on Friday.SophiaHe stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary.“Sophia,” he muttered, locking the phone and setting it aside.The Carter mansion, on the other hand, was anything but calm.The living room echoed with voices, staff moving about, phones ringing, heels clicking against marble floors. Power and noise lived comfortably in that house.Vivienne stood by the window, phone pressed to her ear, her tone sharp and professional.“Alright, sir. I’ll look into it personally. Expect my feedback by tomorrow.”She ended the call just as her mother walked in.“Mum, what is it?” Vivienne asked without turning around.“I need us to talk,” Mrs. Carter said, closing the door behind her.Vivienne sighed, already irritated. “Discuss what? Please, I don’t have time for family meetings right now.”“Vivienne,” her mother snapped. “Watch your mouth.”Vivienne turned, eyes flashi

That night, Damian lay awake in bed.Lights off. Phone face-down on the bedside table.Sleep refused to come.Just as he was about to turn to the other side, his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen.Sophia.He stared at it for a second longer than necessary, then answered.“Damian.”Her voice was soft. Careful. Almost grateful.“Yes?” he replied, tone neutral.“I just wanted to say thank you,” Sophia said. “For coming tonight. I know it couldn’t have been easy.”“It was a public event,” Damian said. “Nothing more.”She chuckled lightly. “You always make things sound simpler than they are.”Silence followed.Then she added, gently, “Still… it meant a lot. People talked. Your presence gave the show credibility.”“I’m glad it went well,” he said.“It did,” she replied. “Very well.”Another pause.“And… Aria,” Sophia continued, carefully. “She looked… composed.”Damian’s jaw tightened slightly. “She always is.”“I noticed,” Sophia said. “You two looked… close.”“She’s my wife.”“Yes,”

That night, Damian sat alone in his bedroom, sleeves rolled up, laptop open but untouched.His phone buzzed.Unknown number.He frowned slightly, then opened the message.The image loaded slowly.Aria.Standing too close to Lucas.Lucas leaning in, smiling. Aria’s face turned slightly toward him, caught mid-moment, ambiguous, intimate enough to sting.Damian’s jaw tightened.For a long second, he just stared.Disappointment settled in quietly. Not loud. Not explosive.Worse.Cold.“So this is it…” he muttered.He locked the phone, tossed it onto the bed, and leaned back against the chair.“Women,” he scoffed under his breath. “Never to be trusted.”He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t call. Didn’t confront her.That hurt too much.Instead, he shut everything down emotion included.The next morning, Damian was already dressed when Aria came downstairs.“Good morning,” she said softly.No response.He walked past her like she wasn’t there.Aria paused, confused. “Damian?”Still nothing.He g