All Chapters of Who Did I Marry : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian's POV***"Adrian?" I froze.My father's voice came again from outside the study. I quickly put the papers back inside the box. I closed it and pushed it behind the shelf. Then I turned around. The door opened and my father walked in. He looked at me. Then he looked around the room."What are you doing here?""I wanted to see you."He raised an eyebrow. "At this time?""I couldn't sleep."He looked at me for a few seconds. Then he looked at the bookshelf behind me."You weren't going through my things, were you?"I gave a small laugh. "No."He didn't smile."I was just looking for some old memories.""Old memories?""Yeah." I shrugged. "Nothing serious."He kept looking at me. I knew he didn't believe me. But he didn't ask again. Instead, he walked to his desk."How are you?""I'm fine.""And Aria?"I looked at him."She's fine too.""Are you two getting along?"I almost laughed. "Not really."He sighed. "You can't keep doing this, Adrian.""Doing what?""Acting like she's the

Aria's POV***The phone was still ringing. I stared at it. Adrian stared at it too. For some reason, neither of us moved. It was just a phone. That was all.But after walking into my father's office and seeing the mess, it didn't feel like just a phone anymore. The ringing continued."Are you going to answer that?" Adrian asked.I looked at him. "Why don't you answer it?"He frowned. "It's not my phone.""Exactly.""It's your father's office.""And?"He looked at me like I was being difficult. I didn't care. The phone rang again.Adrian sighed. "Aria.""What?""Answer it.""You answer it.""You're impossible.""And you're annoying."He gave me a look. Then the phone stopped ringing. I looked at it."Good."A second later, it rang again. I jumped. Adrian looked like he wanted to laugh."Don't.""I didn't say anything.""You were about to.""No, I wasn't.""Yes, you were."The phone kept ringing. I groaned and picked it up. "Hello?"There was silence. I frowned. "Hello?"A man's voice

Aria's POV***I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard my father's voice again. If Adrian comes back tonight…Then nothing. The call had ended. Just like that. No explanation, no warning. Nothing. And somehow, that was worse.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My room was dark except for the small light beside my bed. I checked the time again. It was past midnight. Adrian still wasn't back. At least, I didn't think he was.I had been listening for his car. Every little sound outside made me sit up. Every door closing made my heart jump. And I hated myself for it.Why did I care where he was? Why was I waiting for him? Why was I sitting here like some worried wife when I didn't even trust the man? I turned to the side and pulled the blanket over my head.This was ridiculous. I was tired. Not just physically. Tired of questions. Tired of secrets. Tired of everyone telling me that everything was fine. Nothing was fine. My father was hiding something from me. Mr. Blackwoo

Aria's POV***It was the next day but that night I didn't sleep. Not properly, anyway. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph. My mother, Mr. Blackwood, Jane and that sentence.He can't know about the child.I had read it so many times that the words no longer looked real.That morning, I had convinced myself of one thing. I wasn't going to ask Adrian about it again. Not yet. If he wanted to keep secrets, fine. I could keep them too.I got out of bed and walked toward the mirror. I noticed that I looked really exhausted. Perfect.I had barely finished getting dressed when there was a knock on my door.“Come in.”A maid stepped inside. “Good morning, ma'am.”“Morning.”She hesitated. “Mr. Blackwood asked me to tell you that you should come downstairs.”“Why?”“He didn't say.”Of course.“Fine.” I followed her downstairs.The mansion felt different. There were more servants than usual. Flowers had been placed around the entrance. The dining room had been rearranged, and sever

Aria's POV***“He's the man my father told everyone died five years ago.”The words kept replaying in my head.“What does that mean?”Adrian rubbed his forehead. “It means exactly what I said.”“No, it doesn't.”He looked at me. “Aria…”“No. You don't get to do that.”“Do what?”“Give me half an answer and expect me to accept it.”“I never asked you to accept anything.”“Then explain it!”My voice echoed through the room. Adrian's jaw tightened.“You ask too many questions.”I laughed. “Maybe because nobody answers them.”“You don't know what you're asking about.”“Then tell me.”“I can't.”“Why?”“Because it's complicated.”“Everything is complicated with you!”He stared at me. “You think I enjoy this?”“I think you enjoy keeping me in the dark.”“That isn't true.”“Then tell me about my mother.”Silence. I stepped closer. “Tell me about the photograph.” Nothing. “Tell me about Jane.”His expression changed. “Don't involve her.”“Why?”“Because you don't know what she is capable of.