All Chapters of Married Twice, Loved Once : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The perfume of luxury floated through the glass corridors of The Aurelia Galleria, a scent that whispered of old money and new scandals.Aria Carter-Cross walked beside Grandma Eleanor, her posture perfect, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Every click of her heels sounded like confidence. Every smile—controlled.They had just stepped out of Chanel Privé when a familiar voice sliced through the calm air.“Aria?”She froze.That voice.Even after all this time, it still made her chest tighten for a second before she straightened, face unreadable.Standing by the marble fountain was Lucas Walter—the man who once owned her heart in her past life. The man she’d lost… because of Damian Cross.He looked sharper than before. Dark hair neatly combed back, a tailored gray suit hugging his broad shoulders, that same gentle smile that had once made her believe in forever.“Lucas Walter,” Grandma Eleanor said politely. “What a pleasant surprise.”Lucas smiled at her respectfully. “Mrs. Cros

“Can you believe that woman still breathes the same air as us?” Selene Vaughn scoffed, swirling her wine glass, the deep red liquid glinting under the dim chandelier of the rooftop lounge. Her laughter was honey-laced poison.Sophia smirked, crossing her long legs. “You mean Aria Carter-Cross? Please. She’s a ghost wearing designer heels. You and Damian are the real couple people talk about.”Selene laughed softly that dangerous, self-satisfied sound. “Of course we are. Damian can’t breathe without me. When you see Damian Cross, you see Selene Vaughn. That’s how it’s always been.”Sophia leaned closer. “By the way, I heard something interesting. Your darling rival called me.”Selene froze mid-sip. “Who?”“Aria. She wanted to know more about you.”Selene’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “Curiosity killed the cat. And that cat is about to choke.”Sophia giggled. “Relax, babe. I told her nothing. You know I’d never throw you under the bus.”“Good girl.” Selene smiled, clinking her glass w

The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, landing perfectly on Damian Cross — who was smiling like a teenager reading his first love text. Selene: Baby, I can’t wait to have you in my arms… doing crazy things.He smirked, ran a hand through his hair, and jumped out of bed like a man who’d just been offered a tax-free bonus.“Crazy things, huh? Well, you asked for it,” he muttered to himself, heading to the bathroom with a confidence only cheaters and CEOs had in common.Downstairs, Aria sat with Grandma Eleanor, sipping her coffee with the calmness of a woman plotting a storm.“Grandma,” she began, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “I have an idea. Since my beloved husband won’t be around this weekend, why don’t we go on a little girls’ trip? Somewhere close but fancy. Just us — two gorgeous women and zero drama.”Grandma laughed, “That would be lovely, dear. But you know I have to start packing; I’ll be leaving next week.”“Don’t worry about that, Grandma,” Aria said, wavin

Aria slept like a queen that night limbs stretched across the soft hotel bed, her silk sheets gliding like whispers of triumph. For once, the world didn’t press on her chest. The storm had passed, and now she was the thunder.The next morning, the sun kissed her face through the curtains, and she sat up with a smirk. “Today’s gonna be fun,” she muttered, sliding out of bed like a woman on a mission.After a hot shower, she stood before the mirror, applying lotion to her smooth skin, then slipped into a short pink flare gown that hugged her waist like luxury itself. She sat, crossing her legs, her red-painted nails tapping against the vanity.“Hmm… nude or red?” she asked herself, holding up two lipsticks. “Nude says sweet. Red says dangerous.”She smirked, twisted open the red one, and applied it slowly like war paint. “Red it is,” she said, grinning wickedly. “Red means danger.”Her phone buzzed on the table. She picked it up, dialing grandma.“Good morning, Grandma,” she greeted, h

Across the restaurant, Damian and Selene were seated by the fountain, laughing over breakfast. Damian, for once, looked relaxed no ice in his expression, no sharp tone, just warmth and ease. The sight almost made Aria laugh out loud.“How cute,” she muttered under her breath.As she approached, Selene’s laughter faltered. She turned slightly and froze.Her eyes widened just a fraction. “Aria?” she said, trying to sound surprised but failing miserably.“Selene!” Aria exclaimed, her voice honey-sweet. “What a pleasant surprise.”Damian’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His jaw tightened.“Aria” he said slowly. His tone was calm, but his eyes screamed murderous confusion.Damian blinked once. Twice. His jaw tightened. “Aria… what are you doing here?”“Oh, me?” she said innocently, placing her purse on the table beside his glass of champagne. “I just came to spend my weekend here. You know, the house gets so boring without your charming silence.”Selene nearly choked on her drink.“I