The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback
The neon lights made him think he was hallucinating, but no, he knew that face.
“Aria,” he said flatly. No warmth. No curiosity. Just her name, tossed like an empty glass.
Asher blinked, confused. “Wait… how do you two know each other?”
Franklin didn’t bother answering. He grabbed his drink, something expensive and painfully strong, and turned toward Frederick as if Aria were part of the décor.
“Have you decided? The location I suggested won’t stay on the market for long,” Franklin said.
Frederick nodded eagerly. “Already paid. It’s perfect. Really, man, thank you.”