Semua Bab Craving my ex-husband’s twin brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Kian's POVI was behind the wheel, driving with no clear destination. My fingers clenched the steering wheel like it had done something wrong. I wasn’t just angry—I was hurt and confused. My chest was tight from everything Aria had said.Her words played over in my head like a cruel recording I couldn’t pause. “I feel suffocated at home.” “Go to Diane.” She said it like I was some unwanted burden. I was just trying to talk to her calmly, and respectfully but she shut me down every step of the way. Pushed me away like I meant nothing.It stung. She completely misunderstood everything. Diane... there’s nothing going on between us. She’s just my best friend. That’s it. But Aria didn’t care to listen. She had already made up her mind. Her silence, her sarcasm, her anger—it all screamed one thing: that she didn’t trust me. Not even a little.But then I paused.Why was she even upset about Diane in the first place?We weren’t even in a real relationship—this was a contract. Just a contract

Diane’s POVThe moment Kian screamed Aria’s name, my heart skipped. I had never seen that kind of fear in his eyes—wild, desperate, and raw. Before I could process what was happening, he had already taken off, sprinting across the backyard like a madman.I followed quickly, my heels clicking against the tiles. “Kian!” I called, but he didn’t stop. Then I saw what he saw. Aria, was sinking. Her body was still, her hair floating around her like dark waves in the water.“Oh my God,” I whispered, frozen for a split second.Kian dove into the pool without hesitation. Clothes, shoes—he didn’t care. He swam fast, reaching her in seconds. I could hear the splash, see the way his arms moved frantically to grab her, pull her above the surface.She wasn’t moving.My chest tightened. “No, no, no…”Kian carried her out of the water, soaking wet, her limbs limp in his arms. “Aria!” he yelled, gently slapping her cheek. “Wake up! Please, wake up!”I dropped to my knees beside him, trembling. Water

Aria's POVMy eyelids fluttered open slowly, and for a moment, I just lay there, still and quiet. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and everything felt heavy — my head, my limbs, even my chest. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, and I winced softly, instinctively curling in on myself.My body felt weak, like I had been dragged out of deep sleep too soon. My head was pounding, and for a second, I contemplated drifting back to sleep until I heard some loud noises downstairs My brows pulled together.Was that Kian? Was he fighting with someone?I blinked against the dizziness and slowly pushed myself up from the bed, planting my feet gently on the floor. My legs wobbled slightly, but I steadied myself. I needed to know what was going on.Why was Kian yelling?With quiet steps, I walked toward the door and opened it slowly. The voices became clearer, sharp, intense and emotional. I couldn’t make out the words, but there was definitely tension.I walked down the hallway, then paused

Kian's POVSomething about that guy didn’t sit right with me.He’d been standing there too long, staring like he knew us or was waiting for something. I couldn’t shake the feeling.“Let’s go check,” I said to Diane, already getting up. “Maybe he’s someone we know.”She raised a brow, amused. “Alright, Sherlock. Lead the way.”We stepped outside the coffee shop, my eyes instantly scanning the spot where he’d been.Gone.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “He left.”Diane looked around too, then shrugged like it was nothing. “Relax, it’s probably just some nosy guy. Or maybe he had a thing for my outfit.”I let out a short laugh. “Yeah, maybe.” But I still felt weird about it. Something about his presence had stuck with me, like a shadow I couldn’t trace.Still, I let it go. I had more important things to focus on.I turned to Diane and exhaled. “Thanks again… seriously. I’ve been overwhelmed lately, but you’ve really helped.”Without thinking much of it, I pulled her into a hug.Sh

Ryan's POVWe sat in the muted gray of the car, the engine off, parked discreetly by the corner of the street. It was late — not quite night, but the streetlights were already warming to life, bleeding pale yellow into the darker corners of the city. Ava sat beside me, legs crossed, arms folded, tapping her fingers against the dashboard. We hadn’t spoken for a few minutes, but the silence wasn’t tense, it was strategic and focused like the calm right before the thunder.Our plan was finally coming together.I could feel it. Every piece was falling exactly where we needed it to be.Ava suddenly broke the silence. “Why hasn’t he come yet?” she huffed, glancing at her watch. “We’ve been waiting forever.”I let out a slow breath, trying to keep steady. “Chill,” I said. “Once he’s certain he has everything in place, he’ll show. He’s probably just finalizing details.”Ava snorted, then leaned back in her seat with an annoyed sigh. There was a restless energy about her lately like she was